SINNING

(专辑： MADE MAN - 2023)

I got Christian on, she got Christian on, but we sinning
I got two styrofoams, but you can't tell what's in 'em
Can't no opps call my phone 'cause they know I stand on business
Me and broke hoes don't get along, kick her with the quickness
Ima get a billion out this shit then split it with my niggas
All my niggas— all my niggas— all my niggas— all my niggas—
(RJ Lamont)
This what we doin'?
(Rell On The Track)
Dame, where the tape at?

Pink fifties, blue hundreds, I'm fucking up all this money
Maybach, Benz, I'm stunting, my wrist looking like a hundred
My bitch looking like a Barbie, my nigga looking like a hunter
That chop sound like some thunder, I come through, drop a hundred
My bitch hair is thirty inches, my new Glock got thirty in it
Boy, we dizzy 'cause we spinning, I got FN, bro got FN, guess we twinning
I got Christian on, she got Christian on, but we sinning
I got two styrofoams, but you can't tell what's in 'em

Can't no opps call my phone 'cause they know I stand on business
Me and broke hoes don't get along, kick her with the quickness
I'ma get a billion out this shit then split it with my niggas
I'ma go and buy a hundred grams, make a quarter chicken
You keep posting throwback Thursday pictures, boy, that's past-tense
Stood off with that nigga so I could see him take his last breath
You can get a bag if I can pull you up on MapQuest
Brand-new foreign for the four, Gucci t-shirts, Gucci drawers
You niggas still wearing [?] from the mall
If I don't do shit in this life, I'ma ball
Boy, this some Tris, I don't sip Incredible Hulk
I barely wanna mix it, I be tryna sip it raw
I fucked her with a condom, she be tryna slip it off
You say you want some smoke, fuck it, I'ma kick it off
At work, before you was getting off, I was getting off
Don't come to me with worker business, nigga, I'm a boss
The one I'm cut from, they don't even make that cloth
You can get fucked up in the field like lacrosse
In these streets, gotta look both ways 'fore you cross
And, even though you wear a cross, you'll still get crossed
Walked off on my ex-bitch, I know she still pissed off
I put a bag on you, get the tag ripped off

Pink fifties, blue hundreds, I'm fucking up all this money
Maybach, Benz, I'm stunting, my wrist looking like a hundred
My bitch looking like a Barbie, my nigga looking like a hunter
That chop sound like some thunder, I come through, drop a hundred
My bitch hair is thirty inches, my new Glock got thirty in it
Boy, we dizzy 'cause we spinning, I got FN, bro got FN, guess we twinning
I got Christian on, she got Christian on, but we sinning
I got two styrofoams, but you can't tell what's in 'em

Me and broke hoes don't get along, kick her with the quickness
Me and y'all niggas ain't the same, nigga, it's a difference
Don't worry 'bout who I'm fucking, bitch, mind your business
Riding 'round in a chicken coop, but I ain't got no chickens
She can't say she one of my hoes, she don't got no edges
Make bro go up top on you and get him a presi'
My bitch a gift from God, that's my greatest present

You wanna know what the problem is right now?
Y'all niggas scared to be y'all self
Copy-and-paste-ass rappers