Still Gone Bust a Band

(альбом: MIA Season 2 - 2019)

(Classics)

Still gon' bust a band (How the fuck I ain't gon' do that nigga? You know we gon' keep busting bands)
Still gon' drip down in designer, rock the F and N
Still gon' fuck her friends (Top, Amiri bottom, you know what I'm saying, with the Glock tucked in that bitch)
Still gon' pop 'em by the seal and eat a couple tens
Forgive me, I've done sinned (I got yo' ho off Percocet's now, man)

When you come to the realization, that without God you can do nothing
Without him you will pay (Yeah)
Without him you're like a ship without a sail

Ayy, damn Face we got that sauce from you (For real?)
I got this coat from Neimans, wear it once and then I'm through (I'm done with that bitch)
This shit for real, just read the news
Free my cause, the house got boom (I see it)
I sell 'em all just leave some room
I jump in foreigns, you jumping brooms
Ha, I jump in wop, you jump in that (Gucci)
I heard you got yo' spot jumping 'cause its jumping back (Jumping back)
Jumped in yo' feelings 'bout a bitch, what you want her back? (Oh you can get her back)
Jump in my bag and zip it up, Face where the fuck you at?
Somewhere out of reach, dropping fours, Fanta peach (Mm)
You get that bag and run it up, look I ain't tryna preach (Just do right)
Bitch, do you want to fuck or not? I ain't tryna sleep (You wanna fuck or not?)
You got a man, oh you in love, so that's fine with me (Okay, cool)
I need a dime a feat' (Yeah)
I'm finna sign the streets (Yeah)
I drink a line then eat (Yeah)
I wanna run like Meech (Run like Meech)
Still standing in the field, seven hundred cleats (Yeah)
Twenty racks, my RTAs, seven hundred for these (Boy)

Still gon' bust a band (How the fuck I ain't gon' do that nigga? You know we gon' keep busting bands)
Still gon' drip down in designer, rock the F and N
Still gon' fuck her friends (Top, Amiri bottom, you know what I'm saying, with the Glock tucked in that bitch)
Still gon' pop 'em by the seal and eat a couple tens
Forgive me, I've done sinned (I got yo' ho off Percocet's now, man)

To give up the crumbs that fall from the master's hand
Somebody must've told her that in the fourteenth chapter of Matthew
Jesus has took the little boy's life

If we fucking bitch, just say my name
In public bitch, don't say my name (For real)
This ain't no game
This shit for Vonny, nigga fuck the fame
Thirty days straight with that drank, I done drunk yo' chain (Done drunk that shit)
I been fucked yo' main, that's why she say she done with lames (Done)
Man, this shit look like a hockey game
All my niggas slide, all my niggas icey man (All my niggas)
I'ma bust back out with these when the prices change (Tuh)
It's all a gamble, some of us don't roll the dice the same

People here to see me working for the Lord
I had to doubt my reward and my recognition but
Yes Lord, yes Lord, yes Lord

Still gon' bust a band (How the fuck I ain't gon' do that nigga? You know we gon' keep busting bands)
Still gon' drip down in designer, rock the F and N
Still gon' fuck her friends (Top, Amiri bottom, you know what I'm saying, with the Glock tucked in that bitch)
Still gon' pop 'em by the seal and eat a couple tens
Forgive me, I've done sinned (I got yo' ho off Percocet's now, man)

Yes Lord, yes Lord
Has anybody ever gotten to that point in their life when there was nothing else you could say but yes
Yes Lord (Yes Lord)
(Classics)