The North Bleeding歌词

作词 : Jason Goldberg/Kentrell Gaulden/Leonardo Mateus/Malik Bynoe-Fisher
作曲 : Jason Goldberg/Kentrell Gaulden/Leonardo Mateus/Malik Bynoe-Fisher
Ayy, yo, Bands, what you cookin'?
It's Malik on the track
Look
[Verse 1]
No new shoes 'til momma get her taxes
Police harass me 'cause it's thug life, survival tactics
From a shoebox to my mattress, from my mattress to the bank
Been doin' this shit since I was seventeen, you think that I can't think?
My gangsta, what the **** you think?
'Bout these cold killers and dope sniffers that run with me
Seen that I don't **** with 'em, now they come for me
They know he keep it tucked with him
Now which one y'all wanna romp with me?
Back against the wall, real through it all, now they wan' see me bleed
[Chorus]
Sun don't shine no more, the rain don't fall
I'll be back on my feet soon as the time come 'round
I stack that money up tall just in case bad days call
I heard they comin' to see me, tell 'em, "It won't be easy," woah
Lay down that window, then they spray 'round, nigga, walk, walk
Bitch, lay your pussy ass on the floor, big 4KTrey and I want all the smoke
Two hunnid for lil' bro a pole, and he told me he ain't need it
We fell off 'cause I was loaded, she just flashed, and I was leanin'
[Verse 2]
Black Forces, my gun, you cannot see, I'm lookin' like I'm thievin'
I feel it in the air like like Beanie Sigel, and, bitch, I'm rich like John Cena
I keep it gangsta like Hot Beezy, I'm talkin' to Stunna, I'm finna leave her
He got a chick with a bad daughter, I told him, "See if she want me"
That's twenty mill' for me, and here goes thirty mill' for you, thug
Bless the shooter and **** these hoes, these niggas wasn't raised like us
Shoot the burner 'til you hear it click, never tried to make a shoe fit
Baby momma ****in' them, they tried to kill me, nasty, dirty bitch, you know
[Chorus]
The rain don't fall
Know I'll be back on my feet soon as the time come 'round
I stack that money up tall just in case bad days call
I heard they comin' to see me, tell 'em, "It won't be easy," woah
Lay down that window, then they spray 'round, nigga, walk, walk
Lay your flunky ass down, where that money at?
Big 4KTrey and I want all the smoke
Two hunnid for my bro, a pole
Swervin' in that Rolls, 'member back up in the day it was a stolo
[Post-Chorus]
Turn that ass 'round lil' thottie-ottie mami
Take your pants off and come get on me, on me
Oh shakalaka, twerk it, drop it, mami
She say she want a thug nigga, she told me that she love me
[Verse 3]
Bitch, I ain't got no budget, tag that nigga
Cadillac on twenty-fours, this that Nawf swag, nigga
And I'm back with your ho, I'm just singin' riddles
I'm like la-la-la, tell your boyfriend I'll kill him
Plenty hitters, nigga, and I pulled 'em up in transition
At your car, shoot dirty Glocks, and I got all your transmission
How you try to run, lil' daddy? Stupid, all your pants missin'
****in' doofus, we too ruthless, he just wanna smash niggas
And she know that doe, that gang got dead bodies
It's a true crime, po, shawty know I get it on
Bangin' like this Saints Row, I made my bones inside the Nawf
She tryna help me take it slow
[Chorus]
Sun don't shine no more, the rain don't fall
I'll be back on my feet soon as the time come 'round
I stack that money up tall just in case bad days call
I heard they comin' to see me, tell 'em, "It won't be easy," woah
Lay down that window, then they spray 'round, nigga, walk, walk
Bitch, lay your pussy ass on the floor, big 4KTrey and I want all the smoke
Two hunnid for lil' bro a pole, and he told me he ain't need it
We fell off 'cause I was loaded, she just flashed, and I was leanin
[Post-Chorus]
Turn that ass 'round lil' thottie-ottie mami
Take your pants off and come get on me, on me
Oh shakalaka, twerk it, drop it, mami
She say she want a thug nigga, she told me that she love me