Lyrics
(Who the **** say they don't know DJ Cash?)
I'm okay
Every time I walk outside, there's death around the corner
I got kiddies on my waist, and they look at me like Obama
I cut with these rats 'cause I been saving for the summer, but I've been [?]
I tried to [?] not to judge me
I'm trying to keep my cool, but these niggas muggin'
I know if I do it wrong, she'll try to lie to me
She fall all over the ground every time I try to leave
I took her to Atlanta to meet my mami
She told me if I fail, it wouldn't be funny
That's the type of bitch I need, only bitch I see, yes
Told her that she give me way too many kisses
Tell me what it do, my mami, ooh
Tell me where to shoot, my mami, ooh
Tell me what it do, my mama, ooh
What you 'bout to do 'bout that, ooh
Tell me what to do, my brothers
Long time no see, I guess this kinda rest, ayy
With these youngstas that's [?]
Up twenty cars 'cause I got tired of a bus
I told my bitch she ain't gotta lie to me
I put my heart where it 'posed to be
Got a gang from the streets, that one you have to preach
One thing, I never wear my heart on my sleeves
The devil knocking at my door, I won't let him in
The system gave me life 'cause I was [?]
And that's the reason why I won't never trust another friend
And I won't never feel safe, I got too many sins
I told my slime to book the private, on the silent, and I think I know the pilot
I just seen my partner dying on the iPhone
The first call that I got, it didn't last long
I put my phone on silent, I wanna be alone
Tell me what it do, my mami, ooh
Tell me where to shoot, my mami, ooh
Tell me what it do, my mama, ooh
What you 'bout to do 'bout that, ooh
Tell me what to do, my brothers
Long time no see, I guess this kinda rest, ayy
With these youngstas that's [?]
Up twenty cars 'cause I got tired of a bus
I'm okay
Every time I walk outside, there's death around the corner
I got kiddies on my waist, and they look at me like Obama
I cut with these rats 'cause I been saving for the summer, but I've been [?]
I tried to [?] not to judge me
I'm trying to keep my cool, but these niggas muggin'
I know if I do it wrong, she'll try to lie to me
She fall all over the ground every time I try to leave
I took her to Atlanta to meet my mami
She told me if I fail, it wouldn't be funny
That's the type of bitch I need, only bitch I see, yes
Told her that she give me way too many kisses
Tell me what it do, my mami, ooh
Tell me where to shoot, my mami, ooh
Tell me what it do, my mama, ooh
What you 'bout to do 'bout that, ooh
Tell me what to do, my brothers
Long time no see, I guess this kinda rest, ayy
With these youngstas that's [?]
Up twenty cars 'cause I got tired of a bus
I told my bitch she ain't gotta lie to me
I put my heart where it 'posed to be
Got a gang from the streets, that one you have to preach
One thing, I never wear my heart on my sleeves
The devil knocking at my door, I won't let him in
The system gave me life 'cause I was [?]
And that's the reason why I won't never trust another friend
And I won't never feel safe, I got too many sins
I told my slime to book the private, on the silent, and I think I know the pilot
I just seen my partner dying on the iPhone
The first call that I got, it didn't last long
I put my phone on silent, I wanna be alone
Tell me what it do, my mami, ooh
Tell me where to shoot, my mami, ooh
Tell me what it do, my mama, ooh
What you 'bout to do 'bout that, ooh
Tell me what to do, my brothers
Long time no see, I guess this kinda rest, ayy
With these youngstas that's [?]
Up twenty cars 'cause I got tired of a bus