End Up Onna News ft. Lor Jamo & Northeast Redz Lyrics

Ayy, pockets full of green, but all the youngin' see Is red

Fuckin' with the other side, you might just end up Shhh

Fuckin' with the gang, my niggas, we just might go Fed

Ain't even want them bitches, I just want them, Give me head

Uh, give me all of that

Seen my brother jumped off the porch, I'm so Proud of that

Fuck around, go broke, what I smoke, this Designer pack

Need her pussy stretched, got a wax, she wanna coochie scratch

You know how I'm coming if it ain't bout that Money

Ending your discussion, had to crush it

Yeah, you know I dumped it, and I had to flush it

It ain't nothin', police run, I clutch it

You ain't sayin' nothin, from the gutter

I keep shit a hundred, I ain't never stutter

Ayy, da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da

I know that glizzy do

Can't explain what's in my cup, oh, yeah

I know it get you loose

Got them lookin' at the time, my diamonds they Looking all confused

Damn if hating was a crime,

I bet they make it on the news

Ah, fuck what you say, lil' hoe, you ain't on shit

Come and get your Hoe she on my dick

Cause they know what's up, they know we lit

Hit the cup and spilled it on my kicks

White boy got a bag, I call him Chris

Only with day ones, don't ever switch

Scratch another baddie off the list

If I don't have that, weed might have a fit

My big cousins ran it up off of the fentanyl

And then the firds came grabbed my niggas

Got em sittin' long

I'm a pro, it come to lows I be like send em all

No lie, I feel like shorty Low cause I done did it all

Put your nigga against me, he gon' get shitted on

Pop out designer, head to feet, and he still did it Wrong

I'm a big dog off the leash, yeah, I'm a pit and all

If you ain't dyin' bout the beef, nigga, don't get Involved

Bitch, I been a Don, my arm way too strong

Don't take nothin' to get you gone

My plug from Milan send them p's right off the Farm

If I put you on, please don't make me do you Wrong

I been walkin' round like the walking dead

High off the shrooms

Fucked a bitch in the back of the kitchen, couldn't Even find my room

Twelve a.m my shit just kicked in,

I'ma be high till noon

Niggas be dick ridin', just tryna fit in, that is not The move

I'm on the same shit, nah, I ain't changed much

Don't call my phone bout no ho, I'ma hang up

Bitch, I'm from the net,

I swear them back blocks get dangerous

Throw this bitch in sport mode and leave them

They can't tame us

I got the gang with me

If you don't stand no business, you can't hang with Me

And don't go with your move,

I got that flame with me

Don't talk to me, I ain't friendly

I be like, ho, back up, they booked us for a show

They already know, we gon' come act up

This is not my ho, gave her to you, I'm on my

Mac stuff

Yeah, you know how it go

When I walk in lust, I make the strippers find a Pole

It's family over everything, I hang out with the Bros

I just told my lil' bitch we might just need a

Three oh four

Now my lil' mans will really knock 'em down

Tip-toe, not sound

OG, I'm talkin' lotta rounds,

And they still good when I'm not around

Remember days tryin' buy a pound, now that shit Aint nothin

They just talk a lot ain't got no motion

I swear some people bluffing

Every day my birthday, I be tryin' get some cake

You can play a lot of places, don't play in my face

If they come with a warrant, I'ma break out

Do the race

If you knew we into it

I just hope u play it safe