"Week Ago" lyrics

Shmurda gang, fuck the fame (MB)
Already booked to Amsterdam
Fatah, what's up, baby? (Fatah)
Let's get money (Ey)

Dit is geen geluk, broeder, dit zijn risico's
Alles loopt dat maakt ons doekoe als ik niet verkoop (Yeah)
Fuck de fame, nog steeds, hou m'n principes hoog (Huh?)
Ik pak m'n cake deze week and a week ago

And a week ago (And a week ago)
Ik pak m'n cake deze week and a week ago (A week ago, yeah, yeah)
And a week ago
Ik pak m'n cake deze week and a week ago (A week ago)

Ik praat alleen als ik m'n stem op beats verkoop
Die boekingen waar ik op wacht zijn niet voor shows
Risico's met alles wat ik zie op oog
Ik hoef je niet te spreken want ik lees je als psycholoog
Coulda headshot it, but I'ma leave it, though (I'ma leave it, though)
This pussy nigga lucky he still breathin', yo'
My nigga Fatah on the run, but we ain't speedin', though
I put a hundred on their head, but I ain't speakin', though
They caught my nigga [?] like he ain't sleep alone
And now I gotta call my pastor every weekend, ho
I'm tryna make a difference (Difference), but that's to leave a ho
Eatin' hoes, they be on my dick, but I can't keep a ho
Geen video, wij zijn hier op dough als ik op streets verkoop
M'n bradda stuurt die tas of systeem en het komt niet op brood
Risico en op straat, hou al opties
Vraag je [?] (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm back with killers
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm the blackest nigga
The maddest nigga, clappin' niggas, out here snatchin' figures
Was trappin', nigga, 'member days I had a snatch a nigga, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, now the stash got bigger
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I feel crashy, nigga
Back was happenin', nigga, when I was twelve, I tried to clap a nigga
Now I laugh at niggas that be hollerin' 'bout they packin', nigga
Yeah, strap with niggas in the club, but you actin' niggas
I'm quick to hit a nigga up, but you savage, nigga
Oh, you rappin' niggas out here talkin' 'bout you clappin' niggas
[?] just grab you up and we gon' see a bunch of rattin' niggas

Dit is geen geluk, broeder, dit zijn risico's
Alles loopt dat maakt ons doekoe als ik niet verkoop (Yeah)
Fuck de fame, nog steeds, hou m'n principes hoog (Huh?)
Ik pak m'n cake deze week and a week ago

And a week ago (And a week ago)
Ik pak m'n cake deze week and a week ago (A week ago, yeah, yeah)
And a week ago
Ik pak m'n cake deze week and a week ago (A week ago)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (And a week ago)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My nigga Fatah on the run, but we ain't speedin', though