Risky

Lyrics

My dawg brother got hit yesterday, he was only sixteen
 My dawg brother got hit yesterday, he was only sixteen (Keez on the track)
 Man, this lifestyle that I live, this shit is risky
 Ain't been home in six months, did you miss me?
 Me and her gon' get to it if she consenting
 My dawg brother got hit yesterday, he was only sixteen
 I'm down to shoot, lil' bro will fire back
 Hundreds in my jeans, they look like thigh pads
 12 killing, they didn't wanna see us in the graveyard
 First we boost our credit, then we go and get a race car
 The way I pick these up, they like, "You should've played baseball"
 Drove that pack from Houston, OKC, I feel like Chris Paul
 COVID-19 got these niggas sick, they tryna kill that shit
 People tell me I'm livin' too fast, I ain't tryna hear that shit
 I can't let nobody come distract me from my main goal
 All I burn exotic, I burn passionfruit and mangos
 My dawg said he fallin' off, I threw him a bag to hang on
 Treat these niggas like strippers with these bullets, they get rained on
 I look like a spotlight every time I put my chain on
 Ain't nobody leaving the trap until this fuckin' weight gone
 All these weapons at my disposal, I feel just like Pat Mahomes
 If money grow on trees, then let's just say my branch is overgrown
 Whoever say they king, them niggas finna come get overthrown
 Lil Cyrus bad as hell, I'm punching, know he watchin' Home Alone
 I just bought some acres in the country and some trailer homes
 All them nights of trapping dangerous, I was catching plays alone
 My nigga Zoe, I served him fifty at the Fontaine bleau
 My mama told me, "Son, you handsome, these hoes gon' hound you"
 And keep that negative energy 'way from 'round you
 Man, this lifestyle that I live, this shit is risky
 Ain't been home in six months, did you miss me?
 Me and her gon' get to it if she consenting
 My dawg brother got hit yesterday, he was only sixteen
 Racks in my jeans, they look like thighpads
 Still be blitzin' with that heater, run off with your sack
 I just pass that bitch to the team like I'm a quarterback
 And once I got her, it's up to me if you can have her back
 Matter fact, scratch that, you can't get your bitch back
 Fly lil' nigga with big racks
 Fly lil' nigga ain't never landing
 I took off to another planet
 I done took off, now these niggas can't stand me
 I done took off, now I can feed the family
 Wanna earn mine myself like Jalen Ramsey
 Get an IG model playin' in her panties
 She said, "How you bossed up during a pandemic?"
 Took time for me to run it up, now none of my cars be rented
 I don't give a fuck if I got a million bucks, play me, I'ma still come spin it
 These niggas do whatever for the clout, my killers gon' have you trending
 My killers gon' have you on the news in the graveyard
 That nigga play, we knock his face off
 I be with the 'migos, yeah, but I don't know take off
 Shout out mi amigo, yeah, all he know is hustle
 He can never fall off, throwin' blocks like a lineman
 I can knock all y'all off if I get my dawg to sign me
 I taught him what I knew, they movin' swifter than you
 I taught him what I knew, probably even more they did in school
 Man, this lifestyle that I live, this shit is risky
 Ain't been home in six months, did you miss me?
 Me and her gon' get to it if she consenting
 My dawg brother got hit yesterday, he was only sixteen
 I'm down to shoot, lil' bro will fire back
 Hundreds in my jeans, they look like thigh pads
 12 killing niggas, they wanna see us in the graveyard
 First we boost our credit, then we go and get a race car
 

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Duration
03:13
Key
7
Tempo
85 BPM

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