Lyrics 11-8 - Berg285

I can tell u not a gangsta
You a witness, just pay attention
Niggas always tryna listen out for the business
Not to mention ain't nobody heard yo name in no appealing
I been outside for a while ain't never seen em in no dealings

Nawl nigga I can't stress this
Trapping thinking bout a new Patek fucked up my left wrist
Might just throw yo plug a party
Shooters on the guest list
Cut em off, electric
Just say the shit went left quick
She gone make a thousand every trip shoutout my ex bitch
Ima tell her nice won't, tell her twice
Dont miss the exit
2020 still might stuff a tension in a tech fit
Put it on my nigga books, you put it on a necklace

Bitch done seen me catch the slightest buzz, tryna tell me how its love
Don't hold no grudge
Bitch you wouldn't even acknowledged who I was
Told my plug set me straight
Im charging 48 above then we gone send it up the interstate
Fitted like a glove, soap all broke up on a dinner plate
Pick a time I pick a place you bring me three I give u 8
Servin out this minute made
I treat her face like finger paint, you gave that hoe a kiss today
My opps might made a wish today hoping I get sent away
These niggas got me bent today
Bags got me lit I'm fuckin off a nigga rent today
Rap gone get me rich I gotta whole lot of shit to say
Know that ima dib it with my cuz
Tellin jigga ain't to many left like like us
Got this shit up off the muscle we ain't get it off love
Unknown ten jaccin my line think its the fuzz
If u the plug show me ten and ima cop two just because
Double with cooling kits what the fuck you thought this was
Its getting chilly baby girl you can't be fuckin with no scrub
My country boys don't know its cut
Swear it's cleaner than a tub
That boy a dub he can't come around no grapes that hang like us
Couple slugs got yo name, it was written out in blood
Unknown sources got the drop I think yo trap spot gotta bug
Workers never on the clock so how the fuck you tryna flood
Bring yo bitch back to the spot silk and Henny throwing ones
Ain't gotta tell me how I'm lit lil bitch my confidence weigh a ton
Don't get out done when I say I want yo friend yeah the one
Hoe you crazy as the fuck I'm fulla shit just having fun
Cho gone mash this bitch rite out the lot look like we on the run
Time has come finna separate the real ones from the crumbs
I do this shit for all the niggas who made a way straight out the slums
Just got out you on parole but you ain't leaving with no gun
Better pray to god you don't get got while leaving with yo son
Shouldn't a crossed a nigga out I tried to tell u I ain't for nun

Nawl nigga I can't stress this
Trapping thinking bout a new patek fucked up my left wrist
Might just throw yo plug a party
Shooters on the guest list
Cut em off, electric
Just say the shit went left quick
She gone make a thousand every trip shoutout my ex bitch
Ima tell her nice won't, tell her twice
Don't miss the exit
2020 still might stuff a tension in a tech fit
Put it on my nigga books, you put it on a necklace