nimic revenue - 38 lyrics
[intro]
bash, huh
yeah, revenue gang
frankie bash
[chorus]
big 38, might just chop a n-gga down
b-tch, i got to work, one or two bricks in the house
n-gga, f-ck a couple grams, i was really movin’ pounds
brand new stick, i don’t wanna set it down
what’s your life worth? you do a lot of playin’ around
how you makin’ money? yeah, you don’t know how to count
broke boy, you be pullin’ change out by the couch
[back in this bag then we speakin’ ’bout now?]
[verse 1]
smokin’ on that quiet, yeah, you talkin’ bout, “it’s loud”
grandma still a addict, yeah, she still be hearin’ sounds
can’t handle no more back-stabbin n-ggas, just move around
all these n-ggas be cappin’, all they missin’ is they count
city full of demons, huh, can’t be creepin’, huh
no, don’t ask me, i ain’t see sh-t
keepin’ my mouth quiet, it’s better i stay silent
think i’ma start me a riot, my city know i love gettin’ violent, ooh
you never been in my shoes, hey, ‘member that sh-t ain’t cool
got stories just like you, look out for them boys in blue
i ain’t have no silver spoon, bad hoes kept skippin’ school
n-ggas never ran after my jewels ’cause [?] gang gon’ shoot
[chorus]
big 38, might just chop a n-gga down
b-tch, i got to work, one or two bricks in the house
n-gga, f-ck a couple grams, i was really movin’ pounds
brand new stick, i don’t wanna set it down
what’s your life worth? you do a lot of playin’ around
how you makin’ money? yeah, you don’t know how to count
broke boy, you be pullin’ change out by the couch
back in this bag then we speakin’ ’bout now
[verse 2]
knock your noodles back, you lookin’ silly, huh (silly)
yeah, b-tch, i like the hundreds, yeah, them billys (good ol’ hundreds, n-gga)
wanna show you the true side, yeah, the real me (yeah, the true)
but i can’t give you my heart, that sh-t gon’ k!ll me (that sh-t will, boo)
are you a [mario flasher?] me and the devil been textin’ (hey)
d-mn, i tried my bestest, d-mn sure learned my lesson
me and my ex been s-xtin’, should have never replied to her message (ayy)
i know what the b-tch want, she just want some of my blessings (ayy)
yeah, my soul dark (ooh), but my liquor darker (darker)
i gotta hold on and keep tryin’ harder
’til the sun gone and i live ever after
yeah, i gotta keep goin’, yeah, i gotta think smarter, yeah
[chorus]
big 38, might just chop a n-gga down
b-tch, i got to work, one or two bricks in the house
n-gga, f-ck a couple grams, i was really movin’ pounds
brand new stick, i don’t wanna set it down
what’s your life worth? you do a lot of playin’ around
how you makin’ money? yeah, you don’t know how to count
broke boy, you be pullin’ change out by the couch
back in this bag then we speakin’ ’bout now (b-tch)
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