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Goodnight
(专辑: Tana Talk 3 - 2018)
Yeah, uh You know what this is, right? I
don't really think y'all niggas ready Yo, I
stole a
pack, then I
sold it back Uh, we roll in Lacs and got fold up gats with shoulder straps It's Griselda, bitch, y'all know the
stats I
need my safe overflow with racks and a
yacht with a
speedboat attached We watched niggas eating, now we getting even We watched our mothers cry, but that just made us risk our freedom The.40 blow, you get ripped to pieces, hit and leaking Have your family in this bitch grieving, hugging pics of Jesus My shit the
deepest, the
shit for thinkers, reachers This shit you simple niggas probably couldn't grip with tweezers I
took dope charges and I
caught state cases We did stickups when we was kids and bought Playstations Treat your bitch crib like a
truck stop weigh station Safe haven, if we trade places, that's a
vacation You know the
science, my soldiers riot And the
best done got finessed, I
threw more curve balls than Nolan Ryan Growing up, we was so defiant, holding iron Chest poking out while I
smoke the
finest, you know you dying Who cold as I
am? You show up with me, you know you buying Uh, I
take one brick and multiply it The
realest shit of life might be the
realest shit I
write At the
Knicks game, so close, I'm spilling shit on Spike And I'm killing shit on spite, uh, Glock 19 with the
silencer, nigga And I
just twisted it on tight, goodnight, uh Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo (Yeah) Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo (Goodnight) Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo (Y'all niggas, y'all ain't ready) Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Listen, dawg, we really came from grave conditions Ran the
trap like offence and I'm Lane Kiffin Waiting on the
lob, from Chris Paul, guess I'm Blake Griffin The
TEC shoot from AK distance, so I
can't miss ya Yeah, it's me, I
make these niggas feel like I'm a
problem Don't like you, we wilding, opposed to drinking right from the
bottle Rock the
Gucci polo with the
snake right on the
collar 'Lo top, blue 9s with the
white on the
bottom Niggas hurt, they in they feelings, they don't like how I'm styling Got a
bitch bad as Rihanna, got her right from the
island I
been in prison fights where niggas got sliced and then holler We broke bread and shared blood just like we Italian, uh We was Nextelers, now we XXLers Making deal with label execs, our check mailers One of the
best, that's a
bet, I
don't sweat, never I
can read a
sucker nigga like a
New York bestseller We jetsetters, street niggas, we just dress better Eating lamb, ain't no dressing on my salad, just feta Gun plastic, vest metal, GxF Rebel And we hitting family members, so y'all know it's next level, pussy Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo (Goodnight) Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
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