Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Torrence Henderson
Songwriter
Anthony homer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dibbo
Producer
Lyrics
Word to my mama I promise I got my nigga forever ah better picture
Yeah
Pray my niggas make it out
We tryna get to them Mms so what the hate about
It's only family no friends that's what we hype about
And if you want em we get em just send the right amount
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
And ill forever chase a bag
The fuck I look like sitting on my ass
Yeah
When you lit you can't help but just make em mad
Fuck the hate i rather pull up in a jag
Ah young nigga bitch i was ready to get the bag though
Bitch I swear I been popping that's why they mad though
I just take care of the fam and get a bag hoe
You better be cautious that's all I'm saying
I just step on these niggas like they a tadpole
And I shit on these bitches i'm such a asshole
Why I cut all of my bitches that's for my last hoe
And I upgraded bitches i gotta bad hoe
But they don't understand we from the trenches
It was hard to turn a boy into a man that's the reason we different
Most importantly streets don't teach love or loyalty
Jump up in that water either swim or sink
Sharks be at cha ya neck it ain't no time to think
Boy them waters rough boy them waters deep
Aint no lifeguard in the ocean what you think it mean
That's what he told me I ain't follow them
But I'm my own boss I took my own route
I told my people if they drive slow it gotta go down
And if they think they taken mine I'm letting niggas know now
40 get to sneezing, it'll bless you, it will be a show down
And ill be damned if I let a nigga deebow fill em up with three that's a trios
The devil steady knocking by the peephole
I'm chasing after bags ima get it
She look me in my eyes and told me handle my bidness
Yah
I hope you know that time don't wait for nobody
She told me that I'm special tell me what you know bout me
All these guns around a nigga think we sponsored by army
Tell them niggas we coming let them know that we coming but
Pray my niggas make it out
We tryna get to them Mms so what the hate about
It's only family no friends that's what we hype about
And if you want em we get em just send the right amount yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah and ill forever chase a bag
The fuck I look like sitting on my ass
Yeah
When you lit you can't help but just make em mad
Fuck the hate i rather pull up in a jag
Word to my mama i promise i got my nigga forever ah better picture
Writer(s): Torrence Henderson
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