Lyrics 38 (ft. D-Block Europe) - D-Block Europe , M Huncho

Oh, Quincy tell 'em
I can't tell 'em again

I'm still packin' a Smith, I'm the Don where I live
And these bitches ain't shit, and these brothers still broke
Walkin' with a limp, I'm just like a pimp
They know I'm the shit, and they know I'm their hope
I was left to climb a mountain with rope and I did it
Arrangin' some alphabets, hoe
Couple of mill' from some alphabets, hoe
Time equals money, no time for no hoes

You're there when there's money but not when I'm juggin'
(Know when I'm juggin', know when I'm juggin')
Six figure bookings, you can't have a piece of this pie, pudding
Can't have a taste of this life, couldn't, yeah (can't have a taste of this life)
Got off phone and put the weight on it
I made some money and they fuckin' hate on me
I carry burdens like it's fuckin' weight on me, yeah, yeah

The .38 is on me
I don't be playin' around too much (nah)
Give ten to my wife, tell her, "Dress up, then meet me for lunch" (meet me for lunch)
23k to the lawyer, defend me in front of the judge
Sixty milliliters of mud got me

The .38 is on me
I don't be playin' around too much (nah)
Give ten to my wife, tell her, "Dress up, then meet me for lunch"
23k to the lawyer, defend me in front of the judge
Sixty milliliters of mud got me

My wife a ten out of ten, her father should've asked for a mill' for the dowry, huh
I'm the reason why they postin' the neighborhood watch stickers 'round the county
Bread on his head, what's the bounty?
One night, he on the dash, brodie just pulled up in an Audi
Seven hour flight to Saudi

Change up my money to bricks and some water
Whip up a brick and I whip with some water
You ever sat up in court, Rollied up, kinda awkward, man, I shouldn't be here
Fendi skis out in Swiss (ski)
Ski slope on my wrist (ski)
Diamonds dancin' like a Money Mitch, half a key of coke will get you hit (brr)

The .38 is on me
I don't be playin' around too much (nah)
Give ten to my wife, tell her, "Dress up, then meet me for lunch" (meet me for lunch)
23k to the lawyer, defend me in front of the judge
Sixty milliliters of mud got me (yeah)

All the hate it comes when you winnin'
In front of the judge, I done give a confession
Invest it all in my wrenches
My youngboys ballin' like it's NBA
Made the bitch sign up the NDA
We get approved by the FDA
My shooter with me on a daily basis

Trigger finger, gettin' itchy
Two-fifty, Richard Millie, yeah
Pockets chunky, made her feel it, yeah
Sorry, I mean that I made some millies
Fuck a Richard Millie, I know I got my family steady (my family steady)
Spin the back, we came back already (back already)
Get you done for five thousand, that's cheap
Made that in a day, sellin' dope to these fiends (brr, brr)
And I had to keep me a (brrr)

The .38 is on me
I don't be playin' around too much (nah)
Give ten to my wife, tell her, "Dress up, then meet me for lunch" (meet me for lunch)
23k to the lawyer, defend me in front of the judge
Sixty milliliters of mud got me

Can't have a nigga 'round me that's gonna watch the pounds that's down in my pocket
How can you win when you haven't had losses, round drum now we're calling it Tommy
I'm servin' them Bobby's, extended the nose on the wap now it's looking like Noddy
That nigga came up, and he came from killin' niggas out, just call it a hobby

I came from a half brick, oh yeah
Came from the hard shit, oh yeah
When I was hungry I wasn't fed
So I had to rob niggas instead (oh yeah)
You don't step with your heart
You ain't got nothin' here left (nothin' here left)
The way you give brain is a art
Baby, it's a knock on that, yeah

The .38 is on me