Made That List ft. RedRumm Lyrics

Who let me watch the sun, sun, sun

Ayy, who let me

Let me watch the sun, sun, sun

Ayy, I can see him now

There he go again, that's that boy Young Gusta

Everywhere he go, strut down in that room

I don't phone no niggas, I ain't throw no recruiters

Put on the block with the drum, and I'll be run

Bullets do all the chasing

My left-hand man dreaded up like a Haitian

Stacks to the streets with a knife like Jason

They really had counted me out when I knew I was next

And I ain't showing love to these bitches

All I wanted was that neck and that check

Give me the wrist, where them boys at

When my young nigga fetch

Ain't nobody more, he done made that list

I got plenty, I been sitting pretty

Ain't no limitations to the bread that we been spending

I do not respect and outrage

I said you been trending

I got a whole lot to them

Look nice, that you been bending

Young bitch, I'm winning

I been living splendid

You don't live that life

But don't let me let you be pretending

I just took a break for like a year

And still been trending

Watch it for me, it's time to make a hit

This been a hit

I can see him now

There he go again, that's that boy Young Gusta

Everywhere he go, strut down in that room

I don't fuck with no niggas, I ain't throwing no recruiters

Put on the block with the drum, and on we run

Bullets do all the chasing

My left hand man dreaded up like a Haitian

Stacks to the streets with a knife like Jason

They really had counted me out

When I knew I was next

And I ain't showing love to these bitches

All I wanted was that neck and that check

Give me the wrist, where them boys at

When my young nigga fetch

Ain't nobody more, he done made that list

With that little stupid ass

And we can't go for that

Hell nah, I want him and his brother mans

A-run, get your gun, go hit his ass

Cause we got money plans

Bitch, I been had a man

How I might take him in

Then turn him to a fan of me

I'm the type of nigga

Come to the block with my hittas

Everybody got a switchlock feeler

I ain't making no song, these pussies niggas

Fuck with a verse, then I'm out the hell of that issue

That's how you do it

I'm the one keep all the youngins influenced

I ain't making no song, these pussies niggas

Fuck with a verse, then I'm out the hell of that issue

I can see him now

There he go again, that's that boy Young Gusta

Everywhere he go, strut down in that room

I don't fuck with no niggas, I ain't throwing no recruiters

And on we run

Bullets do all the chasing

Left-hand man dreaded up like a Haitian

Stacks to the streets with a knife like Jason

They really head-counting me out

When I blew, I was the next

And I ain't showing love to these bitches

All I wanted was that neck and that chin

Give me the wrist

One of them boys hit me with my young nigga fetch

Ain't nobody more, he done made that list

I'm out the hell of that issue

I can see him now

There he go again, that's that boy Young Gusta

Everywhere he go, strut down in that room

I don't fuck with no niggas, I ain't throwing no recruiters

And on we run

Bullets do all the chasing

Left-hand man dreaded up like a Haitian

Stacks to the streets with a knife like Jason

Give me the wrist

One of them boys hit me with my young nigga fetch

Ain't nobody more, he done made that list

Ain't nobody more, he done made that list

Ain't nobody more, he done made that list