38 Stripes ft. Sbg Tiggy Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2021
Lyrics
That shit won't please me
At the end of the day
I'm still gon get it
Gotta get it
Gotta go find a way
They still gon hate
On that young nigga
That Niqqa gon find a way
I swear to God I swear to God
I swear to God...
B-B-Bitches got a lot to say
Ho you can't talk
With a broken jaw
Nigga don't come flex our way
Leave you well done
If you think you raw
Please don't get no heart today
End up with a soft ass
Just for talking hard
Put the pieces together
Found out you a snake
And rip yo ass apart
These hoes they be on fuck shit
With same gang
That they run with
How he screaming he gon shoot
Whole time
THAT AIN'T EVEN YO GUN
BITCH
She moving funny and he talking
I hope that ain't
Who you run with
I done showed bitches
My pokerface
Niggas know that I ain't bluffing
Get yo head right
Or end up with a
Head concussion
I cut niggas off now
They call me interruption
I show these hoes how to do it
My real name should be
Instructions
My niggas really
Got them heaters
Gang call the trap the oven
If you ain't talking bout
Making no cents
Bitch then it doesn't
They asked why I stopped
Bullying hoes
Bitch who said I was
I just be buzzing and
Smacking on nats
But they say that I be bugging
Could go harder than that
But the drugs always
Fuck with my stomach
Yo ho left I'm always right
The shit you do incorrect
Dropped out of college
Still put two in you
Wish on a star
Collect the check
Take that check and
Put it on yo head
Pay yo debt or pay in death
Keep asking if I bang cus
My outfits
And my bandana red
Rappers claiming
They don't use a pen
Them bitches ducking
When I spray this lead
If I ever hurt yo feelings
I don't give a fuck bitch
I said what I said
Shoot cus my producer
Don't trust you
No metro bitch
It's RT Trap instead
Killed yo brain
Yo body in a coma
That's really how
You wake up dead
2015 I was 18 with a Glock
With no beam
What might be valuable
To others
To me didn't mean a thing
Say what you think
I gave a fuck bout
Any of my peers
They knowing more to me
It's time that boy
Killed all his fears
Hit up Shandon
She barely tell me shit
About my brother Rick
Dreaming of a mansion
Trying to paint they faces
Like they Marilyn Manson
I done made decisions
And deducted
Now I'm reconstructed
Aye I always only
Cared bout winning
Hate it or you love it
Hit up Canton
Make sure when I travel
I keep Nick Cannon
I'll get to wild n out
Bitch make sure yo child ain't out
Go where it's safe
Cus staying overnight
Gon get you killed tonight
I know you say that you gon
Shoot shit back
They hit that hill tonight
They'll die today if they think
I'm about to give my will tonight
Shit not okay
That Draco wait on me to
Let it drill tonight
My mama called me
When I was out selling
"Make that deal tonight"
It's goose out but
Them goose should know
That I ain't ducking shit tonight
She brought them hoes out
But no money
I ain't fucking shit tonight
Big dog Tiggy all white
Like I'm Kryptonite
Sliding through the night
Bat rider on my shit tonight
Pulled off Velcro strap
I got that grip tonight
Do what you want
That shit won't please me
At the end of the day
I'm still gon get it
Gotta get it
Gotta go find a way
They still gon hate
On that young nigga
That Niqqa gon find a way
I swear to God I swear to God
I swear to God...