AUNTIE LIVING ROOM (Deluxe 2.0 Edition Bonus Track)

(álbum: Cottonwood 2 - 2023)

(Mack House Entertainment)
Mhm, yah, yah, yah
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(We love you, Perc)
Ah, yah, yah
Back to the basics, yah, mhm
I changed my ways, mhm, yah, yah
Back to the basics, yah, mhm (Come on)
I changed my ways, mhm, yah, yah
Back to the basics, yah, mhm
Ayy, ayy, brrt

A whole lot of swishers & dracs (On God)
Pull on this street, you ain't making it out
Nigga, you know how we play? (Know how we play?)
Making that bed, he gon' lay in that bed
No resurrecting from the dead, uh (Nah)
Fresh as hell if the feds looking
Fresh as hell if the feds watching
Twenty on his head, good profit
What that is? That's another body, uh
Pray to the Lord that we get that lil' boy
I repented, and penned (Come on), and he penned some more (Ah-hah)
Sent a lot of costs, and took a lot of losses
But that shit made me a boss, so yeah
Heard what he said? We leaving him red (Brrt)
Mechanical Choppa, a whole lot of lead (Brrt, brrt)
Ride for my dawg like a ped, yeah

Children are crying, people are dying
Children are crying, people are dying
They die in the streets, they got no place to sleep
Children are crying, people are dying
Ayy, ayy (Let's do it, brrt)

Rock out with this stick, no, I'm keeping my metal (Keeping my metal)
7.62, out of the devil (Out of the devil)
Gun in this car got a hunnid of better (Hunnid of better)
Choosing the Glock and neglecting Baretta's (Neglecting Baretta's)
How you gon' step to a step per, we robbing the robbers and killing the killers, etc.? (Bang)
Put my shooter on the pedestal (Come on)
Hollow tip, eat them like an edible, edible (Come on, come on), oh
Same gun that I kill bro with (Brrt)
Step on niggas like dog shit (Brrt)
Ion need me a condom, got a raw bitch (Raw bitch)
Fuck the police, we ain't saw shit (We ain't saw shit)
I was just laid back chilling, they made me a villain
I put you niggas in position (Mhm)
Said: "I couldn't come back to the hood"
In my auntie's living room chilling, making millions
Rolls Truck, half a ticket, parked outside in the trenches, Nigga, no fixing
Post it up, shirt off with a glizzy
This the life that we dream, just cheering
He said, what? (Ah) Dead crickets (Yeah)
Pasted in lead, nigga, we can't kick it (Nah)
Blood on my hands, nigga, licking KFC chicken
We whipping birds in the kitchen

Children are crying (They cry for real), people are dying (Nigga die for real)
Children are crying (Their mama too), people are dying (Die for real)
They die in the streets (They die in the streets)
They got no place to sleep (They got no place to sleep)
Children are crying (They cry for real), people are dying (I Said they die for real)

No button on hip, this a built-in switch (Brrt, brrt)
At a nigga door like ding dong ditch (Come here)
Twin Glocks on me, Lilo and Stitch (For real)
He ain't my homie, I'd melee that bitch (Hah)
That's like how life goes, you live and you die (Die)
Smile or cry, win, lose, or tie (Tie)
I'm the same guy, all white
Hit it right on the nose, nigga, play a fly

Ayy
Look man, just free Teevo, too
We back on y'all nigga ass
Man just gave him a honey bun like a fat kid
You know what it is?
Ha, ha, ha, yeah
Come on, baby
Children are crying, people are dying
Children are crying, people are dying
They die in the streets, they got no place to sleep