Did it again Lyrics STS Tra
Yeah, I did it again
Made a way for my family and friends
Me and my niggas gone hop out the Benz
I still got some niggas locked up in the pin
Lil freaky bitch suckin me up in the den
These bitches I’m fuckin ain’t nothin but 10’s
Lil nigga run up and get bent with that Fin (fn)
Then I pray to the lord for my sins
Why you beefin with me? Nigga go get ya bandz up
I’m havin this shit in my front and back pockets lil nigga
I can’t even hold my pants up
I walk in the room, niggas stand up
This is a stick up lil boy put ya hands up
These niggas be hatin from the stands huh
In the field like I run with the klan huh
(Yeah) my nigga fast
We dont do nun but win we ain comin in last
And my boy get the bags and he sellin еm fast
Then he get in thе whip, and do the digital dash
Tired of sparing these niggas, gotta get on they ass
Nigga thinkin he hard but he really be trash
So I get on the beat and I walk and I spazz
So I get on the beat and I walk and I spazz
I’m the one these lil niggas can’t stand
Only fuckin with you cause your brother my mans
Had to kick that boy out cause he ain’t stick to the plan
But look at em now his feet stuck in the sand
Finna sign a deal
Remember them days I was missing my meals
He wanted to beef, put that boy on a grill
That’s just how we handle that shit in the ville, fr
What’s good in the hood
We doin the shit that you wishin you could
I don’t open up cause I ain’t understood
Had to smoke that lil boy put his ass in a wood
Got some niggas with time they facin
Got some niggas still fightin cases
Got niggas that’s still on probation
And 12 can’t find they location
My truck geeked up cause I laced it
I see me some green I chase it
If it ain’t bout the green erase it
Mix the perks with the lean I face it
(Hold) I’m stacking my chips up
Left the bank I was pickin them crips up
When we get in the field hold them clips up
See my print and she tootin her lips up
Yeah, they wun (wasn’t) fuckin with me and it stung
But now got these lil bitches sprung
She like slappin my dick on her tongue
And she like when my dick tough her lungs
I don’t love you I’m being sarcastic
The way she be ridin my dick is fantastic
I’m serving this weight in the gym like gymnastics
Let me feel on your ass, let me see if it’s plastic
I was down bad now look I’m on tv
These niggas be hatin cause they really wanna be me
Hit that bih from the back and that pussy a lil creamy
She looked in my eyes and said nigga you dreamy, no kap
Hahaha I’m really him fr no kap
I done got rich I’m the same nigga
That was stuck in the field with them grave diggers
I done got rich im the same nigga
That was stuck in the field with them grave diggers
Can’t fuck with these bitches they some gold diggers
Can’t be thinkin small gotta go bigger
Can’t fuck with these bitches they some gold diggers
Can’t be thinkin small gotta go bigger
(Yeah) I get on the beat and I walk til it plank
I can’t focus my brain if I don’t get on the drink
Got some niggas locked up in the cell with a shank
I can’t beef with no nigga who ain’t havin no rank
Damn, might make a trip
Damn, too much dip on ya chip
Damn, I’m thinkin bout gettin you flipped
Can’t fuck with these niggas they sinkin the ship
But me and my niggas gettin higher than blimps
Yeah yeah
Yeah, I done did it again
Made a way for my family and friends
Me and my niggas gone hop out the Benz
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