ATR For Life

(альбом: PTSD - 2019)

Pipe that shit up, TNT
You know, I don't really, I ain't really on that gangbanging shit but you know them young niggas, they don't even play
Telling you, know what I'm sayin'?
It's cool to go to school, I went to school, you know what I'm sayin'?
You know what I'm sayin'?
MikeMadeThe808s
Hit you up for life
When I say big dawg boss, big dawg boss, you know what I'm sayin'?
What up? What up?
Bitch, I'm, c'mon, man, bitch, you know what's up with me
Brr, hah

Ain't got to pay no shooters, because they paid
Tryna bodybag a nigga and then someone on your grave
ATR and we take war shit deeply
I done seen too many fall to let you bitches beat me
Okay, so wipe a nigga's nose or something, yeah
Send a nigga home or something, yeah
Pop a nigga dome or something, yeah
Get a nigga gone or something, yeah
Rock out with that chrome or something, yeah
Yeah, get a nigga gone or something, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay, go pop a nigga dome or something, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Nigga, on my brother, I got a cutter with a hundred in it
Hit a nigga street with that heat and have him jumping fences
Chris got a yopper, he the youngest but the fucking dumbest
Niggas want war with the gang but they ain't got no money
New rental plug, we tinted up, they never seen us coming
I told lil' bro that I got ten and we can fucking run it
Let's go to war, let's go to war, may the best win
For the love of money, I seen best friends kill best friends
Six bales and give a nigga three hours, he'll be on the news
I was on my way to Cali when bruh got knocked out his shoes
From my block to your block, niggas is getting blues
The streets ain't for these lil' boys, you better stay in school

Ain't got to pay no shooters, because they paid
Tryna bodybag a nigga and then someone on your grave
ATR and we take war shit deeply
I done seen too many fall to let you bitches beat me
Okay, so wipe a nigga's nose or something, yeah
Send a nigga home or something, yeah
Pop a nigga dome or something, yeah
Get a nigga gone or something, yeah
Rock out with that chrome or something, yeah
Yeah, get a nigga gone or something, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay, go pop a nigga dome or something, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah

That's what I'm telling you, nigga
Say what the fuck you want 'bout the gang
I bet you still don't wanna go to war
I bet you don't want no smoke
This nigga ain't got no money to be beefing, man
You niggas crazier than a bitch
Yeah, the streets too dry to be tryna go to war with a nigga with some money, man
Three, four racks, man, he'll walk right up on your ass
Better stop playing