Sinnin

[Intro: Neek Bucks]
Yeah
(Ayy, Smatty, let's count up some—)

[Verse 1: Neek Bucks]
God forgive me, I'ma be sinnin' for a minute
Four demons in a rented, slidin' tinted
I can't let no nigga get me
You know I should go down and if that shit ever get sticky
I can't have no nigga out here frontin', actin' like they with me
I had them demons on my mama couch
Schemin', we was lookin' for a reason, tryna block it out
Bro step on that shit, he still'll grease you, he don't talk it out
Why would I cap? I make 'em do you in that parking lot, yeah
I still keep them racks on me
They was tryna search me for the pole, I had crack on me
Bitches tried to curve me, I was broke, them bitches back on me
I guess them bitches must've heard I keep them packs on me, yeah
Bro was tryna tell me it was love
How the fuck that shit was love when he ain't never show me love? That shit a dub
All under niggas' pics we don't fuck with
See how we rockin', I'm with the niggas that I'm stuck with, tell them niggas up it

[Chorus: Neek Bucks]
Yeah, you know them charges change everything
That shit determine whether he love you or he don't
Would he slug you or he won't?
Sometimes I sit and think if I get caught up with this pole
I know I'm probably next to blow, but shit, fuck it, I'ma tote
And I been runnin' up this money, niggas be hatin' on the low
So I gotta keep them hitters with me everywhere I go
But we really know what's gold, that shit embedded in our soul
And bro was in his glow until they caught him with the pole

[Verse 2: Tsu Surf]
Pole totin', soul searchin', slidin' since a bad kid in traffic
Fucked up, we caught him lackin', he ain't have it, pull off laughin'
Tell lil' baby cuz make the same graphics, summer madness
Almost throw up tryna look inside that casket (Ew)
Saw him so we hopped out
Baby mama fuckin' 'fore he copped out
Cuttin' class to cut a brick, fuck this shit, he drop out
Prosecutor fishin' for convictions or somethin'
Like my lawyer ain't vicious or somethin'
That nigga trippin', he buggin'
We wasn't drillin' on them missions for nothin'
Them homies tamper with a witness or somethin'
It's just the click of a button
If he ain't dead, finish dinner, cuz
Thought we was spinnin' where them sinners was
Percocet, can't feel the love
Know your clique
Half of 'em ain't ride when the bro was hit
Tell his mama we gon' kill 'em, shake her head, she know this shit
I paint the pain
He won't make it home, but he made a name
We gon' hit the star player, I know how to change a game
I try to cry, but the shit ain't work
'Cause it ain't even 'til a nigga hurt
They did us bad, but we did 'em worse
Only real niggas finish first
Only real niggas finish first

[Chorus: Neek Bucks]
Yeah, you know them charges change everything
That shit determine whether he love you or he don't
Would he slug you or he won't?
Sometimes I sit and think if I get caught up with this pole
I know I'm probably next to blow, but shit, fuck it, I'ma tote
And I been runnin' up this money, niggas be hatin' on the low
So I gotta keep them hitters with me everywhere I go
But we really know what's gold, that shit embedded in our soul
And bro was in his glow until they caught him with the pole