"Voices" lyrics
MG4L
Shit
Someone from the block dyin', everybody hurt (Everybody hurt)
Throw away my morals, nigga, everybody purgin' (Everybody-)
Every bitch want tennis bracelets and expensive purses
I fuck her in the Hazelton, yeah, these expensive curtains
On my block, I say go they go, they hoppin' in suburbans
On yo block, you a no show, I think that you nervous
Cookin' rocks on the stove, I ain't have a purpose
Now a nigga rock a show, make a bag and then I splurge it, uh
Damn you picture perfect, uh
Body super curvy
I can't put you in no pearls, bae, you VVS worthy (VVS Worthy)
Shots flyin' at him bet he fuckin' get sturdy
Why you flexin' on the 'Gram and your box is still dirty (Dirty)
We are not same, aim good, don't need a range
AP on me plain but the Rollie blang blang (Blang, blang)
Casper why you shootin' people? Why you gang bang?
Rest in peace to Premo, ain't a fuckin' thing change
Cops behind me I ain't stoppin', I'ma fuckin' change lanes
Free K Money, you know he be on the same thing
RK hoppin' out and he just tryna make brains
I'm done with this whip, I'm boutta fuckin' make flames (Make flames)
The other side is filled with voices of the dead
Yeah, high as fuck right now
In the party bitches on me 'cause I'm rockin' eight chains (Eight chains)
Shorty said she got a girl, also said she ain't gay (She said she ain't gay)
When I cop, it's straight cash, when you cop, it's layaway
In the trap I spot a fiend until her fuckin' payday
She get high off dog food while I'm smokin'— (While I'm smokin'—)
And I'm not no Mongoose, I'm on my dragon not a snake
I can tell by how your kid bummy, you ain't got no cake
She gon' suck me 'til her nose runnin', I told her she great
I can't stay still I'm just road runnin', I wish I could stay
More problems come with more money, okay, I keep a K
Who could've thought back on Augusta Ave, I'd be hoppin' out planes
I wear my ice to remind me please forgive me for my chain
Someone from the block dyin', everybody hurt (Everybody hurt)
Throw away my morals, nigga, everybody purgin' (Everybody-)
Every bitch want tennis bracelets and expensive purses
I fuck her in the Hazelton, yeah, these expensive curtains
On my block, I say go they go, they hoppin' in suburbans
On yo block, you a no show, I think that you nervous
Cookin' rocks on the stove, I ain't have a purpose
Now a nigga rock a show, make a bag and then I splurge it, uh
Shit
Someone from the block dyin', everybody hurt (Everybody hurt)
Throw away my morals, nigga, everybody purgin' (Everybody-)
Every bitch want tennis bracelets and expensive purses
I fuck her in the Hazelton, yeah, these expensive curtains
On my block, I say go they go, they hoppin' in suburbans
On yo block, you a no show, I think that you nervous
Cookin' rocks on the stove, I ain't have a purpose
Now a nigga rock a show, make a bag and then I splurge it, uh
Damn you picture perfect, uh
Body super curvy
I can't put you in no pearls, bae, you VVS worthy (VVS Worthy)
Shots flyin' at him bet he fuckin' get sturdy
Why you flexin' on the 'Gram and your box is still dirty (Dirty)
We are not same, aim good, don't need a range
AP on me plain but the Rollie blang blang (Blang, blang)
Casper why you shootin' people? Why you gang bang?
Rest in peace to Premo, ain't a fuckin' thing change
Cops behind me I ain't stoppin', I'ma fuckin' change lanes
Free K Money, you know he be on the same thing
RK hoppin' out and he just tryna make brains
I'm done with this whip, I'm boutta fuckin' make flames (Make flames)
The other side is filled with voices of the dead
Yeah, high as fuck right now
In the party bitches on me 'cause I'm rockin' eight chains (Eight chains)
Shorty said she got a girl, also said she ain't gay (She said she ain't gay)
When I cop, it's straight cash, when you cop, it's layaway
In the trap I spot a fiend until her fuckin' payday
She get high off dog food while I'm smokin'— (While I'm smokin'—)
And I'm not no Mongoose, I'm on my dragon not a snake
I can tell by how your kid bummy, you ain't got no cake
She gon' suck me 'til her nose runnin', I told her she great
I can't stay still I'm just road runnin', I wish I could stay
More problems come with more money, okay, I keep a K
Who could've thought back on Augusta Ave, I'd be hoppin' out planes
I wear my ice to remind me please forgive me for my chain
Someone from the block dyin', everybody hurt (Everybody hurt)
Throw away my morals, nigga, everybody purgin' (Everybody-)
Every bitch want tennis bracelets and expensive purses
I fuck her in the Hazelton, yeah, these expensive curtains
On my block, I say go they go, they hoppin' in suburbans
On yo block, you a no show, I think that you nervous
Cookin' rocks on the stove, I ain't have a purpose
Now a nigga rock a show, make a bag and then I splurge it, uh
