Текст песни Song Cry - Moneygangdeedee

Shots rang on my block it was going insane yeah
Heard it was big bro i was losing my brain yeah
Thinking bout popping a perk im going through pain yeah
My mama she don't the beemer nomore she just want the range now

I been in the trap all day yea
My youngin he keepin the strap all day
He airin it out broad day
He keepin that iron
Nigga play tough he might up it and fire it but
Still gone run from them sirens yea
Ya body gone drip like designer
Light yo ass up like the flick of a lighter
When i pull out the whip ima burn out the tires
I never needed nobody yea
Bitch i been poppin yea
I had the hoes on my body yea
All on my Tommy's yea
Been wit da killers and robbers
Ever seen a 50 round drum on a gun
Every made moves with a nigga on the run
Nah nah nah nah nah
You wasnt there nah
You wasnt there nah nah nah nah
You wasnt there
Nah nah you wasnt there nah nah nah

Shots rang on my block it was going insane yeah
Heard it was big bro i was losing my brain yeah
Thinking bout popping a perk im going through pain yeah
My mama she don't the beemer nomore she just want the range now

And ever since bro lost his mom we just ain't been playing no games now
Pain make hits i swear
Pouring our hearts out in here yea
Wishing my granny was still here
Cause next years our year
And i was sposed to getchu that crib yea
Man they dont know just how i feel yea
Holidays don't even feel real nah

Shots rang on my block it was going insane yeah
Heard it was big bro i was losing my brain yeah
Thinking bout popping a perk im going through pain yeah
My mama she don't the beemer nomore she just want the range now

Shots rang on my block it was going insane yeah
Heard it was big bro i was losing my brain yeah
Thinking bout popping a perk im going through pain yeah
My mama she don't the beemer nomore she just want the range now