Ashes
[Intro]
(Fatt)
(Ay, Ay)
[Verse]
Aye, we the ones did all the shooting, them n***as get hit at and get on the internet flaggin’ (Flaggin’)
We never did no recruiting, these n***as my family, you play with my brothas I'm crashin’ (I’m crashin’)
Pop out the cut, and I'm shooting you better take cover, I'm turn me a n***a to Ashes (Ashes)
Feel like I been here before, you weren't with me, before i put all of this work for this bag
I can't see you I cartied my glasses, my lil’ Killa got red on his rag
All them bitch ass, broke ass rappers, got mad when thеy seen a young n***a shoot past them
Bro got so broke, he start sеllin’ his plasma
Play in [?] you gon' die in the plaza
Just past me, the switch, or the drac it don't matter
Before I got out, I'ma empty my Choppa
He dropped a diss, and I'm itchy as fuck in the bushes, I'm tryna pop out on a rapper
Soon as he walk out the house, we clapping (Clapping)
I done spent 20, some thousand, on fashion (On God)
Keep my nine, imma tote my ratchet
Shit go down I'ma up, then blast it
N***a, you broke as bitch, how the fuck is you trapping?, you can't even do shit for ya mammy
I signed a deal, then i cashapp granny
I want ‘em dead, imma cashapp Tali
Smaky OD’d, and Lil’ Zai in the slammer
N***a I'm having more weight, then a fat hoe
Heard he, “in love” with that bitch, but I stamped her (Stamper her)
If you want smoke, we gon’ give his ass cancer (Cancer)
I got more paper, than pull ups and pampers
First n***a, try me, I set the example (Example)
He try to flex a few racks I embarrassed ‘em
No, I don't love you, we not “getting married” (Married)
Bitch, better take what I give, and cherish it
I take ya hoe out to Checkers and Rally's
Speak on my name, I'ma spin like a Ferris Wheel
Ricky died, and I know he in hell still
Caught a body but he outta jail still
Tryna calm it down, I'm takin mad pills
I got more money, and bitches then last year
All these rappin’ ass n***as, I passed them
My new bitch bad, and my old hoe mad still
N***a, I was just broke as the fuck like last year?
Now I'm having more pape, then the cashier
I can't fake it, I keep this shit pass real
I been poppin' these perkys, like Advil
Know you hear all this pain, in my adlibs
I be prayin’ I don't take a bad pill (Bad pill)
I got motion, I won't sign a bad deal
Louis V & Dior, that's the track gear (Yeah)
I’m this deep, in these streets but, I rap still (Yeah)
Aye, there go 12, let me tuck my switch
That is not my hoe, if you fucked my bitch
He is not on go, he ain’t bust his blick (Blick)
I just spent, 4 racks, on a brand new fit (Yeah)
[Outro]
I just spent, 4 racks, on a brand new fit (Yeah)
(Fatt)
(Ay, Ay)
[Verse]
Aye, we the ones did all the shooting, them n***as get hit at and get on the internet flaggin’ (Flaggin’)
We never did no recruiting, these n***as my family, you play with my brothas I'm crashin’ (I’m crashin’)
Pop out the cut, and I'm shooting you better take cover, I'm turn me a n***a to Ashes (Ashes)
Feel like I been here before, you weren't with me, before i put all of this work for this bag
I can't see you I cartied my glasses, my lil’ Killa got red on his rag
All them bitch ass, broke ass rappers, got mad when thеy seen a young n***a shoot past them
Bro got so broke, he start sеllin’ his plasma
Play in [?] you gon' die in the plaza
Just past me, the switch, or the drac it don't matter
Before I got out, I'ma empty my Choppa
He dropped a diss, and I'm itchy as fuck in the bushes, I'm tryna pop out on a rapper
Soon as he walk out the house, we clapping (Clapping)
I done spent 20, some thousand, on fashion (On God)
Keep my nine, imma tote my ratchet
Shit go down I'ma up, then blast it
N***a, you broke as bitch, how the fuck is you trapping?, you can't even do shit for ya mammy
I signed a deal, then i cashapp granny
I want ‘em dead, imma cashapp Tali
Smaky OD’d, and Lil’ Zai in the slammer
N***a I'm having more weight, then a fat hoe
Heard he, “in love” with that bitch, but I stamped her (Stamper her)
If you want smoke, we gon’ give his ass cancer (Cancer)
I got more paper, than pull ups and pampers
First n***a, try me, I set the example (Example)
He try to flex a few racks I embarrassed ‘em
No, I don't love you, we not “getting married” (Married)
Bitch, better take what I give, and cherish it
I take ya hoe out to Checkers and Rally's
Speak on my name, I'ma spin like a Ferris Wheel
Ricky died, and I know he in hell still
Caught a body but he outta jail still
Tryna calm it down, I'm takin mad pills
I got more money, and bitches then last year
All these rappin’ ass n***as, I passed them
My new bitch bad, and my old hoe mad still
N***a, I was just broke as the fuck like last year?
Now I'm having more pape, then the cashier
I can't fake it, I keep this shit pass real
I been poppin' these perkys, like Advil
Know you hear all this pain, in my adlibs
I be prayin’ I don't take a bad pill (Bad pill)
I got motion, I won't sign a bad deal
Louis V & Dior, that's the track gear (Yeah)
I’m this deep, in these streets but, I rap still (Yeah)
Aye, there go 12, let me tuck my switch
That is not my hoe, if you fucked my bitch
He is not on go, he ain’t bust his blick (Blick)
I just spent, 4 racks, on a brand new fit (Yeah)
[Outro]
I just spent, 4 racks, on a brand new fit (Yeah)