Confessions

[Intro]
(Damn, you went Beats Mode on this one)
Brrt, gang, gang
Yeah
Hmm, it's Big Mook, nigga (Pablo, you crazy for this one, haha)
Ha, gang, gang, brrt, brrt

[Chorus]
He ain’t do nothin', he dead wrong
Got me outside with this Drac' on (Drac' on)
Niggas go back broke, we take some
We gon' make a T-shirt with his face on (Brrt)
I can’t not miss this collect call, talk to my dawg on a pay phone (Hello?)
I tie a rope around these niggas necks, watch how they move, they gon' hang themselves (Ha-ha)

[Verse]
When you showing love, shit dangerous, that nigga a bitch, can’t hang wit' us
All of these guns, they came wit' us (Yeah, yeah-yeah), I want thе money, in God we trust (Yeah)
I had to opеn a few doors, I put the car in sports mode (Vroom)
We know them niggas act like hoes, paint the walls in this bitch like Picasso (Boom-boom, brrt)
I was taught to just move like a narco, ain't no city or place that I can’t go
I can’t lie, gotta me a gun close, I'm outside, spend a ticket on Melrose
I been falling a sleep with a red rose, he can’t come to the hood, that’s a red zone (Red zone)
Smoking these Cookies, my head gone (Head gone)
That lil' bitch think she stuff 'cause her head strong (Head strong)
He was hating 'til we got his mans gone, them lil' niggas keep singing the same song
Nigga, you broke, you dead wrong
We gon' serve all that shit 'til the pack gone (The pack gone)
On his head, we put them racks on (Grrah)
Niggas dead, they ain't coming back home (Brrt-brrt)
We gon' keep going up 'til we all on, stick 'em up, we put a bag on (Gang-gang)
All these 100s, spend it and get it back
You wouldn’t know what to do wit that
When they see the car, they be like, "Who is that" (Yeah)
I ride in a coupe wit' a gun in the back (Phew)
We is not putting no gun in no bag
We never lackin', these niggas be acting
I just been thinking 'bout catching a body, they tryna hide, it ain't hard to find me (No)
Labels ain't got enough money to sign me, look how much money I spent on these diamonds (Bling-bling)
That shit was perfect timing, car taking off on whoever behind me (Vroom)
Somebody dying, that’s all my mind see
We puttin' hoes in his white tee (Brrt-brrt, brrt-brrt)
Got 'em mad, they wanna fight me
We know that he wanna be like me (Yeah)

[Chorus]
He ain’t do nothin', he dead wrong
Got me outside with this Drac' on (Yeah, yeah-yeah)
Niggas go back broke, we take some
We gon' make a T-shirt with his face on (Yeah-yeah)
I can’t not miss this collect call (Brrt), talk to my dawg on a pay phone (Yeah-yeah)
I tie a rope around these niggas necks (Yeah-yeah), watch how they move, they gon' hang themselves (Yeah-yeah)