Yvng Trula - Just Because Lyrics

Realest one in my city, lost my train of thought
It's getting real this not a drill, put they life on lock
Aye run they pockets, walk em down had to kick the door

It wasn't right the feds came, things had hit the floor

I'm not a heavy nigga, but these bands weigh a ton

You don't wanna play with guns, my boy we got a bunch

I just wanna touch a mil I don't ask for much

I don't have love for a bitch that's giving me lust

Aye what's up with your nigga? What's up with your hoe?

What's up with these bitches? It's time to let em go

What you got for me? It's time to let me know

Whole lotta glocks, better swing your pole

Shit that I'm doing getting hard for me to manage, big body urus hit the block we doing damage

Causing wreckage with the gang you know we out here stepping, f*ck her she a known hoe that's a bad impression

I don't know what's up, I'm just trynna stack

Your mans lost, f*ck 2k you can't run it back

Aye, Trula know to much I'm hipped on who he was, I've been stacking up my cheddar boy just because

I've been stacking up this guac, they telling me to stop

I've been swerving lane to lane, I've been dodging all the cops

We skirt off spin again, hit the corner kill the opps

We ain't worried bout no nigga, we can really get em popped

Cause we got hella guns, if you wanna shoot bitch I'm shooting

We got hella clips, everybody know we really do this

I got hella risk, niggas know my music therapeutic

You can't f*ck with this, talking hella loud gone get you muted

That shit gone have you quiet, so stop all that chatting

Niggas know I'm really like that, all my niggas bout they action

Why you lying in the booth, you need to stop all that capping

Nigga pussy on my daddy, we'll really get the spazing nigga