"Practice" lyrics
Mousha, stop asking me to send
I been that nigga, I ain't doin' no frontin'
I made me a way when I ain't see nothin'
She my ho, but I treat her like Roxy
One more pink and I might be done
I need front end, COD
Pay me the difference when I hit the back
Lil' nigga play, you reach, I teach
We had him pissin', I brought out the Mac
Can't be fucked with or be played
I'm way too tainted, my heart got a crack
I'm in the game, we shootin' to kill
I did all this, they talkin' 'bout practice
These niggas buyin' the shit to get high on the shit
He gotta be trappin' backwards
I like ratchet shit in my nature
'Bout these hoes, he found a casket
I got frostbite on my fingers and turnt my wrists up, Go Alaskan
She a five-star with a basketball on her back, could win a pageant
You might see a few hoes with me, but she ain't special and I ain't tag her
I'm in a thumb war with my money counter, tryna see who count it faster
Think he that, he scarin' the hoes
He on some shit, I don't put it past him
Suited up, I'm in my best, went 'Lenci Rick, I'm fresh, a pastor, aye
We don't see eye-to-eye, he must be fried, he freebasin'
All that slick shit be my favorite, say my name, go keep hatin'
I see all this shit a lil' different
Ain't how you see it, go paint a picture
Put in work with mafioso, say my name, it's a free zipper
Been the influence, I recognize it, I'm passin' jobs to niggas
Bro got J and big racks put up, but fuck it, he still robbin' niggas
We got more nukes than Iran, that's why I can't be bothered with 'em
We lay belt, it turned to a hobby, I beat him like his father hit him
I beat him like his father hit him, man, little-ass nigga
They can't fuck with us, man, a real dog
Yeah
I been that nigga, I ain't doin' no frontin'
I made me a way when I ain't see nothin'
She my ho, but I treat her like Roxy
One more pink and I might be done
I need front end, COD
Pay me the difference when I hit the back
Lil' nigga play, you reach, I teach
We had him pissin', I brought out the Mac
Can't be fucked with or be played
I'm way too tainted, my heart got a crack
I'm in the game, we shootin' to kill
I did all this, they talkin' 'bout practice
I been that nigga, I ain't doin' no frontin'
I made me a way when I ain't see nothin'
She my ho, but I treat her like Roxy
One more pink and I might be done
I need front end, COD
Pay me the difference when I hit the back
Lil' nigga play, you reach, I teach
We had him pissin', I brought out the Mac
Can't be fucked with or be played
I'm way too tainted, my heart got a crack
I'm in the game, we shootin' to kill
I did all this, they talkin' 'bout practice
These niggas buyin' the shit to get high on the shit
He gotta be trappin' backwards
I like ratchet shit in my nature
'Bout these hoes, he found a casket
I got frostbite on my fingers and turnt my wrists up, Go Alaskan
She a five-star with a basketball on her back, could win a pageant
You might see a few hoes with me, but she ain't special and I ain't tag her
I'm in a thumb war with my money counter, tryna see who count it faster
Think he that, he scarin' the hoes
He on some shit, I don't put it past him
Suited up, I'm in my best, went 'Lenci Rick, I'm fresh, a pastor, aye
We don't see eye-to-eye, he must be fried, he freebasin'
All that slick shit be my favorite, say my name, go keep hatin'
I see all this shit a lil' different
Ain't how you see it, go paint a picture
Put in work with mafioso, say my name, it's a free zipper
Been the influence, I recognize it, I'm passin' jobs to niggas
Bro got J and big racks put up, but fuck it, he still robbin' niggas
We got more nukes than Iran, that's why I can't be bothered with 'em
We lay belt, it turned to a hobby, I beat him like his father hit him
I beat him like his father hit him, man, little-ass nigga
They can't fuck with us, man, a real dog
Yeah
I been that nigga, I ain't doin' no frontin'
I made me a way when I ain't see nothin'
She my ho, but I treat her like Roxy
One more pink and I might be done
I need front end, COD
Pay me the difference when I hit the back
Lil' nigga play, you reach, I teach
We had him pissin', I brought out the Mac
Can't be fucked with or be played
I'm way too tainted, my heart got a crack
I'm in the game, we shootin' to kill
I did all this, they talkin' 'bout practice
Writer(s): Zahir Myles
