"Understand" lyrics
Ddot, you cold as a motherfucker, on God
Aye, Tana, fire that shit up
And I ain't really understand, till I got my bands up
Yeah
But I ain't really think about it till I fucked my bread up
Yeah
I promise they won't care about you unless it's death or handcuffs
You know I just can't fall for that, all my **** stand up
No stoppin', we goin', my bankroll, it's gorgeous
Black and Japanese with a fatty, man, imported
Got a DM from my ****, I remember what he taught me
We don't follow shit but money, fuck these **** 'cause we bosses
Oh, you ain't used to real **** like me, but I can't fault you
I took a step back, I ain't kickin' shit for free, this shit gon' cost you
I got my shades on in the club with fifty G's, I'm drinkin' coffee
I met my lean man at the clear port, bought some pints, then we departed
Bitch, you think that doin' dirt is hurtin' me
All this fuckin' motion got me losin' sleep
Trauma got a **** heart turned to two degrees
Cold
I smell like a fragrance out of Louis V
Mhmm
You can tell I'm up, I'm doin' bougie things
Bougie things
Hit the club, I left that bitch more rain than Spring
Sippin' 1942, it's chased with lean
Lean, yeah
**** chasin' clout when you can chase your dreams
And I ain't never said I had the most, said I was the toughest
You know where I come from, bae, I can't leave without my cutter
That pint my new addiction, I can't breathe without that brother
They all wanna be goons, I can't believe my little cousin
You know I'm gon' put on, the whole tour my little brothers
Gang
I'm practicin' my math, the whole tour I've been thuggin'
Woo
I'm havin shit right now, man, I'm tired of bein' humble
Tired
And everybody good, you not fuckin' with my youngins
Fuckin' with my
And I ain't really understand, till I got my bands up
Yeah
But I ain't really think about it till I fucked my bread up
Yeah
I promise they won't care about you unless it's death or handcuffs
You know I just can't fall for that, all my **** stand up
Aye, Tana, fire that shit up
Ddot, you cold as a motherfucker, on God
Live from the
Live from the mothafuckin'
Yeah
FACE
Aye, Tana, fire that shit up
And I ain't really understand, till I got my bands up
Yeah
But I ain't really think about it till I fucked my bread up
Yeah
I promise they won't care about you unless it's death or handcuffs
You know I just can't fall for that, all my **** stand up
No stoppin', we goin', my bankroll, it's gorgeous
Black and Japanese with a fatty, man, imported
Got a DM from my ****, I remember what he taught me
We don't follow shit but money, fuck these **** 'cause we bosses
Oh, you ain't used to real **** like me, but I can't fault you
I took a step back, I ain't kickin' shit for free, this shit gon' cost you
I got my shades on in the club with fifty G's, I'm drinkin' coffee
I met my lean man at the clear port, bought some pints, then we departed
Bitch, you think that doin' dirt is hurtin' me
All this fuckin' motion got me losin' sleep
Trauma got a **** heart turned to two degrees
Cold
I smell like a fragrance out of Louis V
Mhmm
You can tell I'm up, I'm doin' bougie things
Bougie things
Hit the club, I left that bitch more rain than Spring
Sippin' 1942, it's chased with lean
Lean, yeah
**** chasin' clout when you can chase your dreams
And I ain't never said I had the most, said I was the toughest
You know where I come from, bae, I can't leave without my cutter
That pint my new addiction, I can't breathe without that brother
They all wanna be goons, I can't believe my little cousin
You know I'm gon' put on, the whole tour my little brothers
Gang
I'm practicin' my math, the whole tour I've been thuggin'
Woo
I'm havin shit right now, man, I'm tired of bein' humble
Tired
And everybody good, you not fuckin' with my youngins
Fuckin' with my
And I ain't really understand, till I got my bands up
Yeah
But I ain't really think about it till I fucked my bread up
Yeah
I promise they won't care about you unless it's death or handcuffs
You know I just can't fall for that, all my **** stand up
Aye, Tana, fire that shit up
Ddot, you cold as a motherfucker, on God
Live from the
Live from the mothafuckin'
Yeah
FACE
Writer(s): Delanious Ward, Marcellus Register, Cameron Talley
