More songs by Raq baby
More songs by G Herbo
Description
Main Artist: Raq baby
Featured Artist: G Herbo
Producer: DYKRAZY
Producer: Will
Producer: 12Hunna
Composer Lyricist: Brian Bedford
Composer Lyricist: Herbert Randall Wright III
Composer Lyricist: Dwan Avery
Lyrics and translation
Original
We'll be right back
Yeah, the streets, we pad that little nigga
Every glow, yeah, we had that little nigga
Bro, just keep on down, though they goin' to jail
This shit gettin' bad for a nigga
I'm tryin' not to spat
Tryna slow down on all them purgues, but they on my hat
Drivin' geese since I was young, I had to learn when I almost cried
Can't little catch me without that flame, they might just do me back
Couple of niggas wanna shoot me back
All's my shit shots in they song
But they ain't tryna ever shoot me back
Nigga, this bitch shit here forever
Know we won't let it or we won't let
Make the graveyard, you they shove a hundred better, we in that splat
And they splat
Court, they just another payment to the government
You know they tax
A lot of niggas be saying they looking for me
I don't know where they at
Bro, on PC, something I don't see telling me you blowing
Like, where they at?
Also keep telling me they got points on the board
Like, where they at?
None of these niggas tough
Another play with my boy
You're going to get smacked
Got a sister around
If you want to play, I ain't feeling bad for a nigga
Calling by the feature
I ain't picking up
You ain't got the cash for a nigga
First deal signed for Money didn even last for a nigga Kept on working
Hard A nigga getting smarter Now they got it bad for a nigga Neither
One wanna eat on my plate can he take out the trap for a nigga Let
Off a whole hundred for my mama Before
I ever think to black for a nigga
Yeah, the streets, she be paddling, nigga
Every glow, yeah, we had that little nigga
Bro, just keep on down, or they goin' to jail
This shit ain't bad for a nigga
Missin' my little brother, when I get sad
I just start cryin' on this picture
Baby mama mad, love my mad girl
I told your ass I'ma kill her
And me only three caught me on FaceTime
Start to ask for a syllabus
Love your ass to death, if you try to leave
It might get bad for a nigga
I'm a real gangsta, I ain't tender
I just left my heart in the winter
Really was trapping in the trenches
Riding around drugs in the fender
I just spent two meals, spent three meals
Spent four independent
Blew it all, went broke, go again
I ain't going broke in a minute
I ain't lost hope cause I'm winning
Yeah, yeah
I been around the clock, working ten or two
Catch a double murder, hop right in the booth
Two o'clock, twenty-three, they identical
Y'all sits around if you wanna play
I ain't feeling bad for a nigga
Calling about a feature, I ain't picking up
Ain't got the cash for a nigga
First deal signed for a hundred
Money didn't even last for a nigga
Kept on working hard
And it gets smarter
Now they got it bad for a nigga
Nigga wanna eat on my plate
Can't even take out the trap for a nigga
Let off a whole hundred for my mama
Before I ever think of black for a nigga
Yeah, the streets should be paddling nigga
Every glow, yeah, we had that little nigga
Bro, just keep on down
Now they going to jail
This shit ain't bad for a nigga
Let's go