38

Lyrics

[Intro] Bash, huh Yeah, Revenue Gang Frankie Bash [Chorus] 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?] [Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Mario Flasher?] 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 [Chorus] 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)