Morals

[Chorus: Dark Lo]
I'm in the trap house, cleaning gas off
In that tinted Jeep, treat it like a NASCAR
It's Dark Lo, look him up or ask AR
Top goon, probably killed you with no mask on
Hunnid stacks on the table, I got 'em rolled up
Thirty on me, fuck the cops, I got a dough ball
He ain't even see it coming, fuck it, throw it on
I live by morals, I'm just holding on

[Verse 1: Dark Lo]
I got back pain, I'm in my doctor often
I might drive to NY and kill your sucker posses
The SK is all mine, the forty cal March's
Fuck your record label, niggas better watch their bosses
I'm in these streets waist deep, I don't see 'em hardly
I'll pull your car to take that crown back, Steve Harvey
Who harder than me? You niggas breathe softly
I'm a full-grown pit, I knock thesе fleas off me
Niggas stole my shit but thеy ain't copy right
I'm at the table with a razor, this is Oscar night
I collapse a nigga lung, this a pocketknife
Or a hunnid shot drum, this a rocket light
I'm counting money, I gotta roll bro
About to put my clothes on and the door go
Gotta slide to North East, tell 'em "Hold on"
On the bully, riding dirty, I gotta pull up

[Chorus: Dark Lo]
I'm in the trap house, cleaning gas off
In that tinted Jeep, treat it like a NASCAR
It's Dark Lo, look him up or ask AR
Top goon, probably killed you with no mask on
Hunnid stacks on the table, I got 'em rolled up
Thirty on me, fuck the cops, I got a dough ball
He ain't even see it coming, fuck it, throw it on
I live by morals, I'm just holding on

[Verse 2: AR-AB]
I'm a man of my word, I'll never break that
Pulled myself out the mud, they'd never take that
Looking at all these niggas make me hate rap
He wear his chain around me, I'll probably take that
Before the Lord take my soul, can I pray tonight?
For my niggas locked up that gotta stay the night
If I tell Nine "Shoot", don't gotta say it twice
That pussy killed him, he gotta pay the price
Trap house for a week, I don't get tired
Can't talk on the phone, it might get wired
Drunk six zips straight, he don't get higher
I woulda died if they woulda shot a inch higher
Told my wife "If I'm broke, I ain't coming home"
I knew a nigga who made a million dollars on the phone
The same nigga that the pretty bitches try it on
I got a short fuse but my gun is long

[Chorus: Dark Lo]
I'm in the trap house, cleaning gas off
In that tinted Jeep, treat it like a NASCAR
It's Dark Lo, look him up or ask AR
Top goon, probably killed you with no mask on
Hunnid stacks on the table, I got 'em rolled up
Thirty on me, fuck the cops, I got a dough ball
He ain't even see it coming, fuck it, throw it on
I live by morals, I'm just holding on