Mmmm-hm (Ba-Ba-ba bando be the muthafuckin logo hoe!) Cash flow hit like a freight truck, I’m in go mode FNN in the duffle, Ruger tucked by the front door Pastor used to preach, now he begging for a loan though Told my daughter never love a bitch that done moved on Used to be loyal, now it’s “should’ve, could’ve, would’ve” Shut the fuck up, put the wood in, I ain’t stuttering Karma circling your block like a repo on the Rover Bitch said you got it, I don’t see a dollar total Cupid in the grave, love just turned to open caskets Pain live in the brain rent-free, can’t evict it Range on E, still push it till the dash light flicker Big dog never rest, I’m the one that’s always with it Shoot your brother, shoot your twin, end the bloodline quicker Mexican plug on speed dial, he deliver quicker Slide through the window when the front door got the ticker Don’t trust blood, everybody undercover snitchers Gangsters walking free while the real ones in the system Keep the flame low, let the hate cook in the kitchen I don’t need your circle, I just need the tunnel vision Black Tents, Black Bourbon She tried to run the lane, watch me serve the black tents I told her suck it slow, yeah she know how I like it Hiccup when you swallow, now you owe me that throat Bitches change faces quick, only here for the load Ask The Sky ( Ba-ba-Bando flow I'm on Go Mode!) Mmmm-hm (Ba-Ba-ba bando be the muthafuckin logo hoe!) Cash flow hit like a freight truck, I’m in go mode FNN in the duffle, Ruger tucked by the front door Pastor used to preach, now he begging for a loan though Told my daughter never love a bitch that done moved on Used to be loyal, now it’s “should’ve, could’ve, would’ve” Shut the fuck up, put the wood in, I ain’t stuttering Karma circling your block like a repo on the Rover Bitch said you got it, I don’t see a dollar total Cupid in the grave, love just turned to open caskets Pain live in the brain rent-free, can’t evict it Range on E, still push it till the dash light flicker Big dog never rest, I’m the one that’s always with it Shoot your brother, shoot your twin, end the bloodline quicker Mexican plug on speed dial, he deliver quicker Slide through the window when the front door got the ticker Don’t trust blood, everybody undercover Look to the sky ask God why it got to be like this Ain't nothing I can do about this shit I just got to deal with it Look to the sky ask why it's got to be like this Ain't nothing I can do about it I know how these pictures hit My face out my way you don't want to catch and try to delete You don't want to try it ain't no way to run away these two two three Rounds pushing to your center blocks you can be in your house Is still going to take your brains that bitches going to lay you out Find your fire pick it pick your dick bucking I don't give a damn Man afraid or nothing but da man himself only God the only thing I'm fearing g o d the only thing that I'll be fair in g o d The only thing that I be fair you can switch and you can try to hold it Down you can try the air like you don't care you act like you too real That's okay real niggers get killed just like everybody else bottom line You lost your mind ain't no supply can't press rewind I ain't got no time I got to shine you know what never mind I'm back up on the ground I'd rather serve from laying the lane trying to get my money but she got me Serving off in the black bourbon black tents on 30 fuck them no Fuck them no suck this dick slow suck this dick slow how you know How I like that suck it suck it suck it eat it up eat it up suck it Thank you suck it up till you get the hiccup hoe bitches ain't shit Nowadays they so easy to get it's like any meaning no you want to go home I got a little bit of cash flow and they going to be on go they going to be like Let's go let's roll hit her hit her pastor to my daughter ain't no love for bitches At all because you used to be but it ain't no more used to be could have been Should have been would have been but shut the fuck up and put the wood in I ain't playing what you saying karma coming for stupid fuckers think that you got it Bitch I don't shut Cupid deadness shit for playing like love meant nothing more Nothing more than pain because pain is all it brings to stay in Used to be love, now it's "run me the cash" I pass her to the next, she can keep the old past Cupid dead on the floor, arrow snapped like a twig Love don't pay the rent, all it do is dig Rover in the lot, FNN tucked on the seat My own blood might flip, so I don't trust who I meet Cartel plug, window slide, don't need a friend Snitch get the Ruger, watch his circle end Bitches walking cold, claim they with the gang But they never took the case, never did the chain Karma got a list, and your name on the page Put the wood in, shut up, don't act like u changed (Ba-ba-Bando-Ooh 7)
