38 Stripes ft. Sbg Tiggy 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...