Put Em On A Shirt

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Oh-oh, oh, oh
(Ayy, ayy) yeah, yeah
Oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh
(DrumGod)

On foenem

I'm grievin' hard 'cause my nigga gone (hard 'cause my nigga gone)
And everyday it's gettin' worse (everyday it's gettin' worse)
My brother died on a Sunday (died on a Sunday)
I think we should've been in church (think we should've been in church)
Spent all night in the trap house (in the trap house)
I was whippin' up the work (I was whippin' up the work)
On the block and them Glocks out (and them Glocks out)
We might put 'em on a shirt (we might put 'em on a shirt)

I'm grievin' hard 'cause my nigga gone ('cause my nigga gone)
And everyday it's gettin' worse (everyday it's gettin' worse)
My brother died on a Sunday (on a Sunday)
I think we should've been in church, yeah (should've been in church)
Spent all night in the trap house (in the trap house)
Uh, I was whippin' up the work, yeah (I was whippin' up the work)
On the block and them Glocks out (Glocks out)
'Cause we might put 'em on a shirt, yeah (we might put 'em on a shirt)

Swear to God I never pay for a shooter (swear to God)
Free my dawg, Lord knows I can't lose you
They said thirty million dollars, you a new you (sike)
That's a lie, man, the money made me coo-coo (I am)
Hits in the streets like the Billboard
Sneaker money, lil' niggas'll kill for it
Baguette AP, I paid a deal for it (woo)
500K, this the big boy (woo)
I heard you seen an opp and you froze up (who?)
Me, I got the Drac' in the Rolls truck
Soon as I seent the tint you know I rose up (ayy, who that?)
A nigga got beef, you know I showed up
I never forget the shit that OG niggas told us
Rapin' the rap game 'cause the corporate niggas owed us
Keepin' it gangsta, these niggas know we the culture
RIP Sauce, a nigga, lost a soldier (miss you)
Pack came on a Monday (straight up)
Feds busted on a Tuesday (now)
Nobody knew that the pack came
Niggas, broke my boy so they confuse me
They switched up once the money came
And that's the quickest way to lose me (I'm outta here)
They only call me when the beef on (it's war)
I think these niggas tryna use me (yeah)

I'm grievin' hard 'cause my nigga gone (hard 'cause my nigga gone)
And everyday it's gettin' worse (everyday it's gettin' worse)
My brother died on a Sunday (died on a Sunday)
I think we should've been in church (think we should've been in church)
Spent all night in the trap house (in the trap house)
I was whippin' up the work (I was whippin' up the work)
On the block and them Glocks out (and them Glocks out)
We might put 'em on a shirt (we might put 'em on a shirt)

I'm grievin' hard 'cause my nigga gone ('cause my nigga gone)
And everyday it's gettin' worse (everyday it's gettin' worse)
My brother died on a Sunday (on a Sunday)
I think we should've been in church, yeah (should've been in church)
Spent all night in the trap house (in the trap house)
Uh, I was whippin' up the work, yeah (I was whippin' up the work)
On the block and them Glocks out (Glocks out)
'Cause we might put 'em on a shirt, yeah (we might put 'em on a shirt)

Rest in peace all my dead homies
I'm tired of sin'in' these sad songs (sin'in' these sad songs)
I just been rollin' and geekin', these meds strong
I get high 'til I head home (I get high 'til I head home)
Bro don't play with them deads, we doin' them dead wrong
Boy, you best keep your head on (keep your head on)
Don't come to this block, that's a red zone
I got a few packs, put my mans on
I learned how to trap, I was hands on
Touch the keys for the first time
I'm a young Stevie Wonder (I'm a young Stevie Wonder)
I swear to God, man, this life'll make you wonder (man, this life'll make you wonder)
Bronem got the chopper, I bet he make it stutter (bet he make it stutter)
Glizzy on me, up it, slick it, this some butter
And I'm from the streets, so I had to pick the gun up
You didn't cross me, shorty, 'cause I'm always one up ('cause I'm always one up)
Been a long night, workin' hard 'til the sun up (workin' hard 'til the sun up)
How you change on your mans, you so dirty?
Boy, don't tweak with the clan, we tote .30s (we tote .30s)
I told mama, "Yo' boy a man, so don't worry" (don't worry)
Only put my trust in these bands, they don't hurt me (don't hurt me)
Only smokin' exotic gas, my eyes blurry (eyes blurry)
I just poured a four of my meds, so I'm slurry (I'm slurry)
I just did the digital dash, now I'm swervin' (I'm swervin')
I just had a talk with my mans, hope he heard me (he heard me)

I'm grievin' hard 'cause my nigga gone (hard 'cause my nigga gone)
And everyday it's gettin' worse (everyday it's gettin' worse)
My brother died on a Sunday (died on a Sunday)
I think we should've been in church (think we should've been in church)
Spent all night in the trap house (in the trap house)
I was whippin' up the work (I was whippin' up the work)
On the block and them Glocks out (and them Glocks out)
We might put 'em on a shirt (we might put 'em on a shirt)

I'm grievin' hard 'cause my nigga gone ('cause my nigga gone)
And everyday it's gettin' worse (everyday it's gettin' worse)
My brother died on a Sunday (on a Sunday)
I think we should've been in church, yeah (should've been in church)
Spent all night in the trap house (in the trap house)
Uh, I was whippin' up the work, yeah (I was whippin' up the work)
On the block and them Glocks out (Glocks out)
'Cause we might put 'em on a shirt, yeah (we might put 'em on a shirt)