DND & AirPlanes

(albüm: Still Taking Risks - 2021)

Ayy
I try my hardest to keep back the pain, it just came my way
I gotta get back what I lost (Home run for Sosa)
Ayy, yeah

You done spent fifty with the plug on the box, ain't that no way to pay the bills
You done gambled all your money, super low on funds, nothing in the safe for real
Nine out of ten homies really not your friend, watch how the fake reveal
You gotta watch the ones always money hungry, 'cause them the same lil' ones they'll pay to kill you

My phone on DND and airplane, I ain't got no time for them people, that mean for everybody
No time for all that crying and grieving 'cause I need every dollar
I told 'em we speak no English, that's 'bout a dead body
Glock 22 that came with the titties, boy, it got the feds watching

Too many niggas and bitches be hating so I'd rather stay to myself, ayy
I roll the dope up just like a Jamaican, I think that it's good for my health, ayy
I got the Glizzy tucked down in my britches, don't run up, these bullets gon' melt, ayy
I really fucked over five hundred bitches and I think it's all 'cause my wealth
Night he be kicking the doors in the trenches, you would think that he got a black belt, ayy
I had a show all the way out in Memphis when they told me Kiko got killed, ayy
This ain't no time for these hoes, fuck these bitches, I gotta go run up the cheddar, ayy
I just be sitting back minding my business 'cause all of these niggas gon' change like the weather (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
They telling me to explain how I'm feeling, so that's why I wrote 'em this letter, ayy
They came around when I went to the ceiling, but when I was down, tell me where you was
One thousand like one hundred, a million them birds of a feather gon' flock together
Project asking why my niggas be Cripping, you know that we post on the block together
Put that boy in the box, dirt him with the shovel
Got the city on lock, ain't nobody better, ayy
I'm Rolling 60, so I use a blue flag just to clean off my Beretta
Tat my name on your titties, make me feel special
Got my foot on they neck, I can't never let up
Shawty claim that she love me and don't even know me
I'm tryna figure out where I met her

My phone on DND and airplane, I ain't got no time for them people, that mean for everybody
No time for all that crying and grieving 'cause I need every dollar
I told 'em we speak no English, that's 'bout a dead body
Glock 22 that came with the titties, boy, it got the feds watching

I ain't gon' lie
It be so much fake love in there, I don't be wanting no parts of it
'Cause then I be wanting to explain
Like, how I feel to people, but then, shit, I just sit back and notice that
Too many niggas and bitches be hating so I'd rather stay to myself, ayy
I roll the dope up just like a Jamaican, I think that it's good for my health, ayy
I got the Glizzy tucked down in my britches, don't run up, these bullets gon' melt, ayy
I really fucked over five hundred bitches and I think it's all 'cause my wealth