SOBE

Lyrics

[Intro: ???? & Buckshot] You gotta ask somebody that I got ???? realize on my fucking ????? Rest in peace to a ????, believe that Homicide, suicide Homicide, suicide Burn, baby, burn, baby Burn, baby, burn, baby Homicide, suicide Homicide, suicide Burn, baby, burn, baby Burn, baby, burn, baby Homicide, suicide Homicide, suicide Burn, baby, burn, baby Burn, baby, burn, baby Homicide, suicide Homicide, suicide Burn, baby, burn, baby Burn, baby, burn, baby [Verse 1] Touched down to cause hell Semolina block, leave your street full of shells Put that lil' perc in my soda, let it swell I got more bills than Amari, oh well Oh well mane, fuck it, oh well Tired of all the bullshit, you hoеs get spared Tired of all thе lame shit, y'all bitches know I'm player Still with all the same shit, y'all biting more than tails Dog shit, ticket on me baby, what the fare? Yeah, I payed my dues, so what the hell? Yeah, I made them moves, so why they stale? Yeah, I need my shine, but oh well [Chorus] I'm just tryna make sure that my records go gold And my woadies don't fold, and my bitch don't want more Can't be seen without smoke If they do it then I'm toked I'll be damned if they don't know Hard to see me, get a scope [Bridge] I'm just trying to let you know, let you know Let you I'm just trying to let you know, let you know Let you I'm just trying to let you know, let you know Let you I'm just trying to let you know, let you know Let you I'm just trying to let you know, let you know Let you I'm just trying to let you know, let you know Let you I'm just trying to let you know, let you know Let you I'm just trying to let you know, let you know Let you I'm just trying to let you [Verse 2] Touched down to cause hell R.I.P the old me, been feeling down bad Jigga with the SoBe, I chase it 'til I crash Patna you don't know me, but something like a fact, yeah Yeah, I'm something like that Cut throat baby O.D, might have to fall back Cut back on the codeine, was feeling too detached Rest in peace the old me, stop living in the past Really when it feel good, it probably won't last Yeah, I paid my dues, so what's the tax? Yeah, I made them moves, so why they pass? Yeah, I need my shine, feel like glass [Chorus] I'm just tryna make sure that my records go gold And my woadies don't fold, and my bitch don't want more Can't be seen without smoke If they do it, then I'm toked I'll be damned if they don't know Hard to see me, get a scope [End: Buckshot] Homicide, suicide Homicide, suicide Burn, baby, burn, baby Burn, baby, burn, baby Homicide, suicide Homicide, suicide Burn, baby, burn, baby Burn, baby, burn, baby Homicide, suicide Homicide, suicide Burn, baby, burn, baby Burn, baby, burn, baby Homicide, suicide Homicide, suicide Burn, baby, burn, baby Burn, baby, burn, baby