"Last Tear" lyrics
Uh-uh, uh-uh
(Rahh, rahh)
I'm in this bitch with Cxb and we fully loaded
(Q-R-N)
Uh-uh, uh-uh
All we know is slang that, ride or spin
27 at the back, and in the front, it be the 10
27, that's them slime niggas, here they go again
Stop what we reppin', yeah
Ridin' with you, hop out, F and N
We steady steppin', slangin' iron, we got a thing for different gyms
Abandoned houses, we trappin', tryna make somethin' happen
You ain't really about it, my richest homie be pistol clappin'
Designer outfit, I'm cashin' out on the finest fabrics
My youngest slimey, can't hang around him without a ratchet
Lil' Wodie shinin' from grindin', don't got no choice to stack it
Load up them sticks while we ridin', in the Rolls-Royce, ain't no lackin'
Clutchin' my rhyme, mask on my face, I'm way richer than last year
Cousin at war, catch him and slam him for problems from Last Tear
Heart cold, Luhh Deezy left his brains in the streets, yeah
Over the stove, we see cocaine when he sleepin'
That 30 Brodie left a stain in the street, bae
Could get the door, no, we ain't playin', let that heat spray
One hundred or better, I fuck with you, but I'm in love with Berettas
Murder one, I see my thug on the stretcher, it's up, it's up, that's forever
Ruptured his palm, I call it drugs on the letter
Long way from home, I'm so in love with the ghetto, I know I gotta do better
She did me wrong, I know she hate that I left her
She did me wrong, I kinda hate that I met her
My chrome or .38 special
She hit my phone, I'm chasin' cake with the felon
One thing for sure, you got a date on my schedule
One to the dome for my stepper
Abandoned houses, we trappin', tryna make somethin' happen
You ain't really about it, my richest homie be pistol clappin'
Designer outfit, I'm cashin' out on the finest fabrics
My youngest slimey, can't hang around him without a ratchet
Lil' Wodie shinin' from grindin', don't got no choice to stack it
Load up them sticks while we ridin', in the Rolls-Royce, ain't no lackin'
Clutchin' my rhyme, mask on my face, I'm way richer than last year
Cousin at war, catch him and slam him for problems from Last Tear
I'm a fool to twenty years plus, see, I'm able to shoot it
It's never them and always us, we ain't losin', that's on my niggas that blew there
He told me, "Keep it tucked, and watch how I'm movin'"
She keep in touch to try to see how I'm doin'
Next thing you know, we in to it
She make a fuss about the bitches I'm screwin'
Shut the fuck up or it don't be no more Gucci
I just was fuckin' with Fooly
I pay your bills to make you hold on to toolies
It ain't no love, like, bitch, you know I'm just usin'
I know this bitch feelin' stupid
Glocks and sticks, who made the lasers? Take two of it
On the block with Nick, we're project babies, no Stuny
Roll up or up in the loose
Empty my rod, I'm hittin' back 'fore they do me
As a matter of fact, we tote more clips than a movie
I'm in the trap rockin' Louis
Abandoned houses, we trappin', tryna make somethin' happen
You ain't really about it, my richest homie be pistol clappin'
Designer outfit, I'm cashin' out on the finest fabrics
My youngest slimey, can't hang around him without a ratchet
Lil' Wodie shinin' from grindin', don't got no choice to stack it
Load up them sticks while we ridin', in the Rolls-Royce, ain't no lackin'
Clutchin' my rhyme, mask on my face, I'm way richer than last year
Cousin at war, catch him and slam him for problems from Last Tear
(Rahh, rahh)
I'm in this bitch with Cxb and we fully loaded
(Q-R-N)
Uh-uh, uh-uh
All we know is slang that, ride or spin
27 at the back, and in the front, it be the 10
27, that's them slime niggas, here they go again
Stop what we reppin', yeah
Ridin' with you, hop out, F and N
We steady steppin', slangin' iron, we got a thing for different gyms
Abandoned houses, we trappin', tryna make somethin' happen
You ain't really about it, my richest homie be pistol clappin'
Designer outfit, I'm cashin' out on the finest fabrics
My youngest slimey, can't hang around him without a ratchet
Lil' Wodie shinin' from grindin', don't got no choice to stack it
Load up them sticks while we ridin', in the Rolls-Royce, ain't no lackin'
Clutchin' my rhyme, mask on my face, I'm way richer than last year
Cousin at war, catch him and slam him for problems from Last Tear
Heart cold, Luhh Deezy left his brains in the streets, yeah
Over the stove, we see cocaine when he sleepin'
That 30 Brodie left a stain in the street, bae
Could get the door, no, we ain't playin', let that heat spray
One hundred or better, I fuck with you, but I'm in love with Berettas
Murder one, I see my thug on the stretcher, it's up, it's up, that's forever
Ruptured his palm, I call it drugs on the letter
Long way from home, I'm so in love with the ghetto, I know I gotta do better
She did me wrong, I know she hate that I left her
She did me wrong, I kinda hate that I met her
My chrome or .38 special
She hit my phone, I'm chasin' cake with the felon
One thing for sure, you got a date on my schedule
One to the dome for my stepper
Abandoned houses, we trappin', tryna make somethin' happen
You ain't really about it, my richest homie be pistol clappin'
Designer outfit, I'm cashin' out on the finest fabrics
My youngest slimey, can't hang around him without a ratchet
Lil' Wodie shinin' from grindin', don't got no choice to stack it
Load up them sticks while we ridin', in the Rolls-Royce, ain't no lackin'
Clutchin' my rhyme, mask on my face, I'm way richer than last year
Cousin at war, catch him and slam him for problems from Last Tear
I'm a fool to twenty years plus, see, I'm able to shoot it
It's never them and always us, we ain't losin', that's on my niggas that blew there
He told me, "Keep it tucked, and watch how I'm movin'"
She keep in touch to try to see how I'm doin'
Next thing you know, we in to it
She make a fuss about the bitches I'm screwin'
Shut the fuck up or it don't be no more Gucci
I just was fuckin' with Fooly
I pay your bills to make you hold on to toolies
It ain't no love, like, bitch, you know I'm just usin'
I know this bitch feelin' stupid
Glocks and sticks, who made the lasers? Take two of it
On the block with Nick, we're project babies, no Stuny
Roll up or up in the loose
Empty my rod, I'm hittin' back 'fore they do me
As a matter of fact, we tote more clips than a movie
I'm in the trap rockin' Louis
Abandoned houses, we trappin', tryna make somethin' happen
You ain't really about it, my richest homie be pistol clappin'
Designer outfit, I'm cashin' out on the finest fabrics
My youngest slimey, can't hang around him without a ratchet
Lil' Wodie shinin' from grindin', don't got no choice to stack it
Load up them sticks while we ridin', in the Rolls-Royce, ain't no lackin'
Clutchin' my rhyme, mask on my face, I'm way richer than last year
Cousin at war, catch him and slam him for problems from Last Tear
