Little Bit More

(альбом: Live Evil - 2018)

I ain't gon' act like I got it, I'm getting it
I ain't gon' fuck on that ho but she tempting
Take care of my partner while they do their sentence
Can't fall in love with that ho, boy you tripping
I live my life every day in the trenches
Pray that the police don't pull up and get me
You give me a pack and I promise I flip it
Run that sack up a little bit more
If you say no you'll never go broke
I can't fall in love with these hoes
They gon' fuck you and spend all your dough

Let her spend all my cash
Now she won't fuck me, I'm feeling bad
I gotta find me another bitch
Gotta go fuck on another bitch
These bitches be on some other shit
They started bringing up other shit
I had to sell me some other shit
Just so I can get a couple chips
I'm talking Pringles, Doritos, and Fritos
I had to trap and sell shit to the Migos
I had to run off on niggas to get it
I had to kill to protect all my children
I pray to god, I hope he forgive me
Know it ain't right, this the life that I'm living
Tooly gon' peel in and steal in and pull up in the trenches
I'ma hop in it, that's just how we getting it
Mama I love you, grandma please forgive me
I'ma still thug it
I know I'm popping the percocets, drugging
I know this shit got me hot as an oven
Itching and twitching, the pistol I'm gripping
Know they wanna catch me on Gresham slipping
Thinking it's sweet and your mama come up missing
Thinking you taking me away from my children (I love my kids)

I ain't gon' act like I got it, I'm getting it
I ain't gon' fuck on that ho but she tempting
Take care of my partner while they do their sentence
Can't fall in love with that ho, boy you tripping
I live my life every day in the trenches
Pray that the police don't pull up and get me
You give me a pack and I promise I flip it
Run that sack up a little bit more
If you say no you'll never go broke
I can't fall in love with these hoes
They gon' fuck you and spend all your dough

Last nigga tried to take something
I guess he thought I wouldn't shake nothing
Oh y'all niggas Betty Crocker, finna bake something
I'ma go ahead and make something
Big homie gon' make sure
We ain't put no cut on that dope, nigga promise it's all pure
Youngin coming back, had to run it back
In your bitch, chop it down, chop it down like a lumberjack
These real bars, nah nah nah this ain't mumble rap
Send your ass a pack, let you make a cap
Rob you for your cap, you can't get it back
This is my trap, where you think you at?
Lil bitch on the way to Asia
I just want to fuck her, I'm not tryna cuff her
I ain't gotta persaude her
If I fuck some bitches you can fuck some niggas, let's just put it all on the table
Just keep it real with yourself
You ain't even talking real, save your breath
You can keep that fuck shit over there
Lil Donald (Lil Donald, Lil Donald)
Say my name bitch
Kick kick shit, Liu Kang bitch
Your bitch clapping for the bitches
Please don't step on my sneakers
Smoke the best of that reefer
Slice your ho up like pizza

I ain't gon' act like I got it, I'm getting it
I ain't gon' fuck on that ho but she tempting
Take care of my partner while they do their sentence
Can't fall in love with that ho, boy you tripping
I live my life every day in the trenches
Pray that the police don't pull up and get me
You give me a pack and I promise I flip it
Run that sack up a little bit more
If you say no you'll never go broke
I can't fall in love with these hoes
They gon' fuck you and spend all your dough