appeal Lyrics

Hey

Escobar nigga

Hey

I aint got no love for these niggas only love for killers

We was kicking doors for them benjis what we get we gon split it naw foreal

Told my dawg to slow down niggas dying from popping pills

Niggas ain't never been handy but ready for a drill

They just gave my dawg some years he coming back on appeals

I was watching Wayne I wanted diamonds said fuck some veneers

Yeah Ian got no BM hoes tryna give me a kid

Granny glad a nigga ain't been juugin I'm finally legit

I was selling mid come in the crib then watch 106

It was in a stolen car the first time I drove a stick

Ain't no love for these niggas ain't no love for these bitches

I'm in a love wit dem digits got a lust for dem triggers

Niggas get kilt by who they know nigga it's hardly strangers

That's why that 40 on all my fits bitch it's on a hanger

Buddy went to tatting up his face and now he think he dangerous

Only crashing out cause you broke boy all that pent up anger

Better get you a hustle and quit flexing all that muscle

Try to tussle thinking you tough dem young niggas gon bust you

And leave you slumping

Throw my own money I think I'm usher

Boy that's yo CEO money you try to flex it you funny

Niggas ain't taking shit from me tired of dem making assumptions

I bought all dis drip and ice the label and bought me nothing

Put the curve inside her only way ima keep her coming

Niggas bet not sleep on me bitch I'm always up to something

Songs with future songs with baby did the group shit drove me crazy

Spent a 30 ball just on videos still spending daily

Daddy he ain't shit but I'm still grateful that that nigga made me

Give my mama credit but foreal I know that sealer raised hey

This no exaggeration I know a nigga 40 bitch up every situation

(Naw fr I had to realize how smart I was)

Niggas see me now they intimidated they hate the way a nigga think

Just a genuine nigga at heart they wish that I was weak

Hate the way them hoe looking at me dem bitches barley blink

It ain't too much bad shit that they can say about me but they gon try anyway

A nigga try yeah he can die any day

When I leave the house I grab my glock and I pray

This shit can go either way

Patrick died Bam died Mills died Ryo died damn I cried shit so fucked up to say

Ima put my granny on a jet just like I promise

On my mama told my mama no more yes sir your honor

That gun sound got its own music need it's own genre

Ain't no OGs youngins rob ya for some dolce gabanna

They just gave my dawg some tears he coming back on appeals

I was watching Wayne I wanted diamonds said fuck some veneers yeah

I aint got no BM hoes tryna give me a kid

Granny glad a nigga ain't been juugin I'm finally legit

I was selling mid come in the crib then watch 106

It was in a stolen car the first time I drove a stick

Ain't no love for these niggas ain't no love for these bitches

I'm in a love wit dem digits got a lust for dem triggers