Another Damn Story Lyrics

I need a move I need a lick

I'm bouta come up off some shit

I need that paper or a brick

I need some bread it don't make Sense

Long nights giving spense

Get to thinking with my pen

It get planned we not a kid

I make a call it end quick

Phones a snitch we meet up after six

It's getting dark like I predict

We wait a bit three after six

We getting ready black kicks

Mask on we don't forget

We get the whip we creepin in

No weapons I pretend

It's getting late we bouta win

Breaking in don't know we in

Sleep again don't drop a pin

Keeping quiet one percent

Car running lights are dim

We bag it up win win win

We drive away we hit the Ben

Doing dash we cranking it

Gloves on checking shit

We hit the lick we ain't Rich

We going back bagging it

Different spot grabbing shit

We feeling nice fuck that shit

We want it all run it bitch

Casino cashing in

Hit the pot

We leave the lot

Flashy nigga brag a lot

Got a driver to take me in

Cops been tailing from the begin

Get home I stash it up

Inna shower fresh as fuck

Hoping out I'm bouta fuck

Wife bad kids up

Police at the house kick the door in

Dogs barking loud as fuck

I'm just thinking like how the fuck

First spot we bagged it up

Second spot we hit it up

Snitches get to snitching

Casino Seen us winning large amounts

Personal driver knew my house

Police pressed him out

Protective custody Nigga watch out