For real
Yeah
Rentals and arab wrappers
It's a dun da dun
You know that
Huh
Huh, I'm feeling better now
Still got people in the hood, I'm trying to get 'em out
I can't give up on this shit cause that'll let 'em down
It's the detours on the rap doors I still get around
Youngin' start playing foul, I had to set him down
I been done with them bitches, you can get them now
Just like that lil box on the Glock, I had to switch 'em out
I never asked you for the jwet, I took a different route
Ooh, done been popped off, so yeah I'm sticking now
On 7th, just like Topgolf, I keep a stick around
I told a bitch don't wanna hear a sound
F*ck her shopping in the dressing room, I think somebody round
Huh, huh, bitch, pick it up
She gon' let me bust it open cause you sick of her
While you gone all night, I'ma pick her up
You would've thought I robbed the bitch how she give it up
Yeah
Rentals and arab wrappers
It's a dun da dun
You know that
Huh
Huh
Huh, time to switch it up
Riding rented black trucks and they tinted up
You out here tryna straighten a bitch, I'm tryna bend her up
And I ain't tryna be down with no niggas cause I'll send 'em up
I just pray and kept grinding, I ain't have beginner's luck
They showed me love when I was down, they hate me now I'm up
I just stopped coming round, I'm on some different stuff
Free my dawgs on the pound, I know they missing us
Yeah
I miss my niggas too, man, for real
Huh, yeah
Huh, huh, huh
Purple weed, purple drink, I got a purple heart
Probably hard to see my love cause it's camouflaged
Make this shit look easy, but I had it hard
All money ain't good, boy, I swear to God
Real shit
Sometimes you just gotta take risks and prosper though
Know what I mean
How you gotta trap that motherf*cker out
Huh, I was selling dope first before I even smoked
And by the time I start smoking, you was saying no
Like, Jeezy, these facts, I'm just saying though
Nigga had to trap or die, but I was a Gucci fan though
Like some Latin amigos, we was trapping out that bando
Rest in peace, my nigga Chico Juan, he really had them bands though
I lost a lot of niggas gone, had it in they hand though
Live by it, die by it, nigga, that's for damn sure
Yeah
And that's the G code
Huh
If this beat wasn't over, nigga, I'll go beast mode
Soulja Livin' Tru - Hi Tec Lyrics
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For real
Yeah
Rentals and arab wrappers
It's a dun da dun
You know that
Huh
Huh, I'm feeling better now
Still got people in the hood, I'm trying to get 'em out
I can't give up on this shit cause that'll let 'em down
It's the detours on the rap doors I still get around
Youngin' start playing foul, I had to set him down
I been done with them bitches, you can get them now
Just like that lil box on the Glock, I had to switch 'em out
I never asked you for the jwet, I took a different route
Ooh, done been popped off, so yeah I'm sticking now
On 7th, just like Topgolf, I keep a stick around
I told a bitch don't wanna hear a sound
F*ck her shopping in the dressing room, I think somebody round
Huh, huh, bitch, pick it up
She gon' let me bust it open cause you sick of her
While you gone all night, I'ma pick her up
You would've thought I robbed the bitch how she give it up
Yeah
Rentals and arab wrappers
It's a dun da dun
You know that
Huh
Huh
Huh, time to switch it up
Riding rented black trucks and they tinted up
You out here tryna straighten a bitch, I'm tryna bend her up
And I ain't tryna be down with no niggas cause I'll send 'em up
I just pray and kept grinding, I ain't have beginner's luck
They showed me love when I was down, they hate me now I'm up
I just stopped coming round, I'm on some different stuff
Free my dawgs on the pound, I know they missing us
Yeah
I miss my niggas too, man, for real
Huh, yeah
Huh, huh, huh
Purple weed, purple drink, I got a purple heart
Probably hard to see my love cause it's camouflaged
Make this shit look easy, but I had it hard
All money ain't good, boy, I swear to God
Real shit
Sometimes you just gotta take risks and prosper though
Know what I mean
How you gotta trap that motherf*cker out
Huh, I was selling dope first before I even smoked
And by the time I start smoking, you was saying no
Like, Jeezy, these facts, I'm just saying though
Nigga had to trap or die, but I was a Gucci fan though
Like some Latin amigos, we was trapping out that bando
Rest in peace, my nigga Chico Juan, he really had them bands though
I lost a lot of niggas gone, had it in they hand though
Live by it, die by it, nigga, that's for damn sure
Yeah
And that's the G code
Huh
If this beat wasn't over, nigga, I'll go beast mode
Yeah
Rentals and arab wrappers
It's a dun da dun
You know that
Huh
Huh, I'm feeling better now
Still got people in the hood, I'm trying to get 'em out
I can't give up on this shit cause that'll let 'em down
It's the detours on the rap doors I still get around
Youngin' start playing foul, I had to set him down
I been done with them bitches, you can get them now
Just like that lil box on the Glock, I had to switch 'em out
I never asked you for the jwet, I took a different route
Ooh, done been popped off, so yeah I'm sticking now
On 7th, just like Topgolf, I keep a stick around
I told a bitch don't wanna hear a sound
F*ck her shopping in the dressing room, I think somebody round
Huh, huh, bitch, pick it up
She gon' let me bust it open cause you sick of her
While you gone all night, I'ma pick her up
You would've thought I robbed the bitch how she give it up
Yeah
Rentals and arab wrappers
It's a dun da dun
You know that
Huh
Huh
Huh, time to switch it up
Riding rented black trucks and they tinted up
You out here tryna straighten a bitch, I'm tryna bend her up
And I ain't tryna be down with no niggas cause I'll send 'em up
I just pray and kept grinding, I ain't have beginner's luck
They showed me love when I was down, they hate me now I'm up
I just stopped coming round, I'm on some different stuff
Free my dawgs on the pound, I know they missing us
Yeah
I miss my niggas too, man, for real
Huh, yeah
Huh, huh, huh
Purple weed, purple drink, I got a purple heart
Probably hard to see my love cause it's camouflaged
Make this shit look easy, but I had it hard
All money ain't good, boy, I swear to God
Real shit
Sometimes you just gotta take risks and prosper though
Know what I mean
How you gotta trap that motherf*cker out
Huh, I was selling dope first before I even smoked
And by the time I start smoking, you was saying no
Like, Jeezy, these facts, I'm just saying though
Nigga had to trap or die, but I was a Gucci fan though
Like some Latin amigos, we was trapping out that bando
Rest in peace, my nigga Chico Juan, he really had them bands though
I lost a lot of niggas gone, had it in they hand though
Live by it, die by it, nigga, that's for damn sure
Yeah
And that's the G code
Huh
If this beat wasn't over, nigga, I'll go beast mode
Writer: Daniel Lewis
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid