Fivestardjay - Outro Lyrics

My main homie turned his back so I can't trust
You niggas is power rangers who are you without that gun
Bitch I got it on my own I really dug it out the mud
Risk taker till I die bitch I reside up in the slums
Bounce out we get it cracking
Toting Glocks and automatics
If any nigga tripping or slipping we let him have it
This shit get tragic
We really bout that action
Well known how you think these bad bitches get they captions that's ona gang
My bitch know how to mind her business you could do the same
Way before this rap shit I was him you niggas knew the name
Young nigga toting Glocks like I was with the shooter gang
Scared of who bitch I was raised in hell I'm running through the flames
I poured a four that shit made me forget about my memories
When I was broke and sleeping on the floor I mean like literally
Niggas hating contemplating If I should let it get to me
If I catch him I ain't waiting bullets flocking through the seats
I been a joint
You could check my resume
We ain't homies if we ain't split bags or help me elevate
We see the jakes and hit the gate
Where the stash I need the safe
You cant tell I wanna win just look me in my fuckin face lil nigga

My main homie turned his back so I can't trust
You niggas is power rangers who are you without that gun
Bitch I got it on my own I really dug it out the mud
Risk taker till I die bitch I reside up in the slums
Bounce out we get it cracking
Toting Glocks and automatics
If any nigga tripping or slipping we let him have it
This shit get tragic
We really bout that action
Well known how you think these bad bitches get they captions that's ona gang
My bitch know how to mind her business you could do the same
Way before this rap shit I was him you niggas knew the name
Young nigga toting Glocks like I was with the shooter gang
Scared of who bitch I was raised in hell I'm running through the flames
I poured a four that shit made me forget about my memories
When I was broke and sleeping on the floor I mean like literally
Niggas hating contemplating If I should let it get to me
If I catch him I ain't waiting bullets flocking through the seats
I been a joint
You could check my resume
We ain't homies if we ain't split bags or help me elevate
We see the jakes and hit the gate
Where the stash I need the safe
You cant tell I wanna win just look me in my fuckin face lil nigga