[Intro]
(Ayo, Ashton C, turn this motherfucker up)

[Chorus]
Brother been bando livin' so long, when he leave, he gets so homesick
I ain't tryna brag, but I ain't tryna be calm, I know you see that motion
This pole, it turn some n***as dancers, always on some ho shit
This type of murder they doing, can't practice, hop out, start unloadin'
I call it a cougar, this four-fifth
You call him a shooter, ain't pop shit
Got all this water on, still on hot shit
Got two of them Marnis and I'm still gon' buy it
I'm still out lurkin', you still ain't slide since
You love I'm a rapper, you ain't know I was out wrappin' shit
Maybach Benz and it match my fit
Whole lot of hundred thousands spent

[Verse]
You started teasin', I started flirtin' (Ooh)
You just tryna be with me, I'm just tryna be with you
It's only 'cause you by my side, they said you was fine
You know I make more than a dub, my bitch bad, a dime
It's murder, we made our bet (Murder)
You ho and ain't know your bet (Yeah, for real)
All night,, been thuggin', can't find my home
Quick to snatch your stick, can't find your pole
I watched my brother turn the butter to dough
Do you know the feeling when there's blood on the floor?
Know the feeling when the feds at the door?
Know the feeling when your mans in the phone?
I'm off jigga, so high, but get me a lo'
I know we both in the field, but n***a, nah, we ain't similar
'Cause we had that same struggle, you thought you felt me now?
And we ain't just had that mask for nothin', we shottas
Brother dropped your brother, be mad at us, love
Gravediggin' made 'em popular
Better take off your clothes and put on some merch
Switches in the club like, "Fuck the search"
Four thousands and some ones, got n***as who drill for that
I might gotta pop up at your door, girl, I'm the mailman
We just send shots blocks away, still waitin' to hear back (Hear back)
[Chorus]
Brother been bando livin' so long, when he leave, he get so homesick (Bando livin')
I ain't tryna brag but I ain't tryna be calm, I know you see that motion
This pole, it turn some n***as dancers, always on some ho shit
This type of murder they doing, can't practice, hop out, start unloadin' (Murder)
I call it a cougar, this four-fifth
You call him a shooter, ain't pop shit
Got all this water on, still on hot shit
Got two of them Marnis and I'm still gon' buy it
I'm still out lurkin', you still ain't slide since
You love I'm a rapper, you ain't know I was out wrappin' shit
Maybach Benz and it match my fit
Whole lot of hundred thousands spent (Thousands spent)

[Outro]
Southside shit, man
Long live my bloodies, long live all my bloodies
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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