lirik lagu we can end – .cutspace
[verse 1: ladé]
somebody check that score, somebody check that floor
coolin’ with my brothers, rememberin’ days we ain’t have no hope
[?] i’ll let you know
no, i ain’t trippin’ ’bout no ho
that’s yo’ brother, if he talkin’ on me, b*tch, i’ll k!ll you both
plenty bullets for them boys, they clean yo’ arms just like some soap
had to get him gone, got tired of her, had to let her go
try get past me, you ain’t got no water for that boat
b*tch, i always been a legend, i don’t call myself no g.o.a.t
told that boy to pick his head up, you trippin’ bout a ho
i told that b*tch to get her bread up, you worried ’bout my bro
[?] ’bout the money, walkin’ ’round with a loaf
i madе a couple hits, you know it ain’t nun’ to make some mo’
comе up in my spot, she tryna chill, i tell her, “hit the door”
i hate her friends, ’cause they ain’t doin’ nun’, i swear i hate them folks
b*tch, i don’t brag, but i’m on top, huh, posted with my [?]
chop’ gon hit his vein, watch him hit the floor, now he singin’ notes
he ain’t do a thing when pulled up on him, people told you, “no”
playin’ with the one, boy, that’s who’ foolin’ me, [?]
b*tch, i got high, not that guy
next time i catch you, boy, you ’bout to say goodbye
and she keep f*cking up, she doin’ bad, i got sumn’ for ya
i’m staying true, i stand my ground, i ain’t got nothin’ to hide
and she keep crying in my ear, god d*mn, i’m like, “why?”
and she keep saying, “that’s my bro,” i don’t care ’bout that guy
you should cut him off, b*tch, i ain’t friends
if y’all are friends, then we gon’ end (yeah)
[verse 2: ian]
boy threw that jacket on three days ago, still ain’t take it off
i’m finna spark this [?] b*tch, i’m takin’ off
yo’ boy and that b*tch straight givin’ ’em statements out, he ain’t e’en bat an eye
i’m not really that different from any of y’all, still the bad guy
i’m still the same, lil’ boy, just changin’ plans, ’cause i got bands now
soon as we find that boy, we take his mans, and all his fam’ down
you wanna get sumn’ goin’, come take yo’ chance, see how that pan out
you still my brother, but, boy, you grown, can’t hold yo’ hand now
i get my money and then i’m gone, i’ll be quick in here
i’m with ladé, top floor, puffin’ sticky sh*t
it just hit, i’m growin’ up, right now i’m missin’ sh*t
bro grabbed the stick and throw sumn’, he don’t miss for sh*t
brand new marni slippers, i look just like i’ma steal christmas
brand new jesus necklace, i might fight it, but i’m still sinnin’
he can try and press me without fightin’, let the steel hit him
i been runnin’ empty, facin’ trials, but i’m still here
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