Again X3

Lemme get right man

(Hook)
These bitches can't keep a man
These niggas showin they hand
No i can't give u no bands
U my brother or a fan
U was pose to be my mans
I wanted to give u a chance
But u be trippin i can't
In plus u ain from the sand
Here we go
Again &x9
My diamonds they gon need a tan
Im only in it to win

(Verse)
But smoke L’s
Run up on me and get shells
I tried to give chances to niggas but quit cause that shit would just fail
I pray to God every night that a nigga dnt end up going to hell
I dnt have a stripe
But dnt make me take yo life
Hang up the phone i heard he talkin to 12
Make him swallow his phone he can talk to himself
We might dig a ditch for the snitch since he wanna see us in jail
U asking for handouts my nigga what u finna go do ur nails
I wanted to help yo ass out
Brought yo ass to my house
Man we was all on the floor
Didn't even have a couch
Crazy i put trust in u
U went running ya mouth
I was callin u gang
U was working wit da hounds
U was claiming u hood
When we kno that u not
I got some slugs for the salt
Get it while its hot
Yea u know where i live
I dare u to come to the spot
Yo body gon pop lock and drop

(Hook)