28 Bars lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Know what I'm sayin', Soldier Life, you hear me
Free my n*gga Soldier
Never forget loyalty and that's on gang
On my mama n*gga we with that sh*t
2018 our motherf*ckin' year, you know what I'm sayin'
I'm comin' harder than motherf*ckin' ever
Soldier Life, get with it or get left, again

[Verse]
Finessing the city with Wodey and BG, we turning sh*t up like a TV
I hit that lil b*tch from the back and the side, once I hit from the front that's a threepeat
I just hit that lil b*tch with no rubber, I'll nut on her covers and tell her it's over
As soon as I'm back in her city she callin' my phone, tryna f*ck on the sofa
Remember when sh*t had got ugly, I ran up some money and handled the pressure
I wish I could be with Big Sosa, just give me a pen, I'ma send him a letter
You said you need what? we gon' handle that sh*t so I told him to make a deposit
I pray for these n*ggas that's plottin' on me 'cause I sleep with the fire in the closet
Dawg I'm smoking one hell of a blunt with a beautiful b*tch on a beautiful day
Every time that I step in the 'yo I'ma cook tat sh*t up, have 'em callin' me Quay
These n*ggas be cappin' 'bout this and that, it ain't no pressure, I'm keeping my cool
I just walked in this b*tch with a pistol on me but I treat that b*tch more like a tool
I know that I'm next in my city but I cannot fold, I'm nothing like a taco
That b*tch wanna f*ck with my team so I nut on her butt and pass her to my vato
He preaching that G sh*t
When I see him I'm at him, just know that I'm clapping
When I see him it's over, I'ma pull out the stick like I'm looking for wabbits
I'm f*cking this b*tch in the back of the trap house, I ate the pus*y, made her tap out
Don't pass me that sh*t, this gelato, I'm f*cking a freak in the back of a Tahoe
Lil b*tch he workin' with the sack and he off in trap, he sleepin' with a bundle
I'm tryna f*ck her and her friend from the back, while I'm pullin', thinkin' 'bout Rapunzel
I just been f*cking these b*tches, smoking exquisite, keeping my composure
I just been chasing my profit, tryna keep the lean consistent with the soda
In Birmingham, sh*t can get wicked
This sh*t really come with a ticket
It's either you trap or you hustle lil n*gga
You better get up and go get it
It's 'bout twenty-eight bars in the slushy
You know I ain't stupid, you know I'm just cappin'
I really just needed a hook dog
I felt like a picture that needed a caption
Tell your partner quit the capping'
These n*ggas really be some actors
I'm tryna take off with this rapping
If a n*gga catch me, b*tch I'm with the trappers

[Outro]
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