Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Torrence Henderson
Torrence Henderson
Songwriter
Anthony homer
Anthony homer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dibbo
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
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