37(intro) Lyrics

I miss you brudda

Long live my brudda

Long live my fucking brudd

Rather grew up in the church, then get buried in the church

Long live 37 nigga

Rather grow up in church than get buried in church

Rather grow up in the church, than get buried in the church

And the last nigga play, he got put in the hearse

Last nigga played , he got put in that dirt

Bet he think he tough, cause he got him a flrddd

Nigga must ain't heard how I let the drac work

Baby bro in the back and he poured up a kirt

Niggas must don't know that's a eight of that purp

And I ain't get back, you ain't going on no shirt

Nigga and I hopped out the car throwing shots Jared golf

Back to back in the ram trying to line shit up

I'll come on your rip, which ones think they tuff

Had 10 at 15, who gon' call my bluff

You better not never sit down, you said it was up

If you think you did a lot, nigga, you ain't doing enough

First nigga that die, be the one so tough

And I'm itching for one, so test your luck

Shoot first your gun, cannot be tucked

On a one with the 300 black, trying to make shit splat

Throw shots like Rodgers, and niggas gon' pack

Put a hole in his head like a Green Bay hat

Yeah, the last nigga dissing and got turned to a pack

Niggas know where I'm at, ain't with all that chat

And if we in them cars, you know I'm in the back

This motherfucker fully go fast like a Scat

Niggas didn't come around when this shit started to melt

I don't wrestle, but I'm always giving out belts

Good rating on scamming just put me on yelp

I drown in that water, I ain't ask for no help

Just had to keep swimming like I'm Michael Phelps

And I don't need the ball, put this shit on the shelf

Got my stripes in the field, so my niggas like Refs

This chop gon' say, ooh, name it Wyclef

Nigga don't know that wolfing and his man's got left

All that tipping and bitching, that shit need to stop

Rather grow up in church than die on my block

When I ride through the city, trying to do it for my heart

And Lil bro gone shoot, just pass him a Glock

Get close on shit, he don't fuck with the arc

Aye who in that car? That tent too dark

Either one or two people, the opps or the narcs

If it's the opps, keep shooting just catch you a soul

It's the narcs , get low, nigga, toss your pole

I got your bond, just don't let me hear no rumors that you fuckin' told

It was game on the line and that young nigga sold

He dissed 37 that young nigga bold

Shit don't die down, don't nothin' get old

Yari for president, im number one on the polls

On his rip, he loafin', we strike like a pose

And I really get money, ain worry about no troll

Got snakes for every nigga wanna be a mole

With gold back plates Monclers in the cold

I'm working that drac, you know that I'm tired

Got different color bullets, but my pride to the side

Wock on the wood, I'm so damn high

I miss 37, but I ain't gon' cry

Rather grow up in the church, then get buried in the church

Last nigga played got in hearse, tap button to the right that shit go fully

Lil yari ain't working no burst