38 - Nimic Revenue

Bash, huh

Yeah, Revenue Gang

Frankie Bash

Big 38, might just chop a nigga down

Bitch, I got to work, one or two bricks in the house

Nigga, fuck 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

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 niggas, just move around

All these niggas 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 shit

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 shit 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

Niggas never ran after my jewels 'cause gang gon' shoot

Big 38, might just chop a nigga down

Bitch, I got to work, one or two bricks in the house

Nigga, fuck 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

Knock your noodles back, you lookin' silly, huh (Silly)

Yeah, bitch, I like the hundreds, yeah, them billys (Good ol' hundreds, nigga)

Wanna show you the true side, yeah, the real me (Yeah, the true)

But I can’t give you my heart, that shit gon' kill me (That shit will, boo)

Are you a Me and the devil been textin' (Hey)

Damn, I tried my bestest, damn sure learned my lesson

Me and my ex been sextin', should have never replied to her message (Ayy)

I know what the bitch 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

Big 38, might just chop a nigga down

Bitch, I got to work, one or two bricks in the house

Nigga, fuck 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 (Bitch)