Lyrics Otf - Guala

I got these lil niggas mad
Pop out the cut with the 40, no Mac
Rob a lil nigga for them bands?
Extra clips on me nigga, I ain't going out bad
Nigga slept on me like a Xan
Choppa still kick like Chan
You don't want no smoke, bitch you playing
Catch a lil nigga lacking at the Citgo
Had that lil nigga running back
These niggas gone tell in a Jam
Niggas they bitch like Pam
Pull out the 40, niggas like damn
No love, no trust, bitch that's only for the fam
But they knowing that
Too high I don't know when Ima land
OG still sell white, nigga no tan
Bitch how you want war, when you ain't got no bands
Turn that boy into some ashes, put that boy in a can
Bad bitch pop out with that Drake, Roxanne

Bad news hit my line, now I got to switch plans
Backends in the cut, now I got to switch bands
I got this shit on my own, bitch you wouldn't understand
I got this shit out the Mud with my own two hands
Niggas sink in that field fast like quicksand
I don't got to move I can send in my man
I know the plug that's serving you Karo
When them pints come in bitch they sticky like Jam
Hot nigga, I told you I don't need a fan
These diamonds is water, I need me a drain
You don't got no money? Nigga that's a shame
My pockets is heavy, I need me a crane
I told my lil baby I wouldn't take no more Xanx
But I need one now for the pain
All the pain in a real nigga, but a nigga can't show it
Swear that shit fuckin' with my brain
Lil nigga pop shit on the internet, seen him out
Now the lil nigga trying to explain
You not a real nigga, you do it for the fame
5.0 Butter pull up in a 'Stang
Used to fuck up the re-up and go insane
Now the the pack disappear like David Blane
All the shit I done been through done turned me into a Monster
Tell me how the fuck I could not change?

I got these lil niggas mad
Pop out the cut with the 40, no Mac
Rob a lil nigga for them bands?
Extra clips on me nigga, I ain't going out bad
Nigga slept on me like a Xan
Choppa still kick like Chan
You don't want no smoke, bitch you playing
Catch a lil nigga lacking at the Citgo
Had that lil nigga running back,
These niggas gone tell in a Jam
Niggas they bitch like Pam
Pull out the 40, niggas like damn
No love, no trust, bitch that's only for the fam
But they already knowing that
Too high I don't know when Ima land
OG still sell white, nigga no tan
Bitch how you want war, when you ain't got no bands
Turn that boy into some ashes, put that boy in a can
Bad bitch pop out with that Drake, Roxanne

Niggas they bitch like Pam
Pull out the 40, niggas like damn
No love, no trust, bitch that's only for the fam
But they already knowing that
Too high I don't know when Ima land
OG still sell white, nigga no tan
Bitch how you want war, when you ain't got no bands
Turn that boy into some ashes, put that boy in a can
Bad bitch pop out with that Drake, Roxanne