If I Ever lyrics

(yuh yuh)
(this how we gone do it)
Aye, I beat up the block with my kinfolk
And em but they couldn’t really keep it a stack, (keep it a stack)
And these n*ggas wouldn’t give me credit
For nothin til I got Amiri’s and stuffed em with racks, (stuffed em with racks)
I never had me no luck I been talkin to God with the ride tryna get to the sack
I can’t neva fall out with bro bout a hoe in the streets ima f*ck her n send her right back, (send her right back)

Im at two places my home and the bank
(home and the bank)
Brodie on lock wit a phone and a shank
(b*tch)
Get you a kill and go up in the rank
I was just in the 4 washin clothes in the sink, (we was)
Its not what you think ma we still made a way, (made a way)
We gone get paid at the end of the day
(get paid)
It is what it is take this sh*t day for day got some dawgs in the cell and some in heaven gate

My lil bro quick to buckin he came with a k
All that gangster sh*t go out the way when you ratted (ratted)
We slept on a mattress with nun but a pallet
And now we livin lavish with steak and a salad, (we on it)
And when you lose it all thats when everybody vanish
Guess im tracking a package it’s easy to manage, (it is)
Beat up the block and emote then I bandage I came from no car now my
Roof panoramic
My roof panoramic my car panorama
Who woulda thought license came with some chedda?
I start poppin percs it wasn't makin it better
My wrist cost a brick and it came with a sweater
My car white as snow inside like mariner
Im always one deep when its rainin the weather
Both of yall rats if you hang with a teller
Buckshot known to spread like we makin Nutella
Play with this sh*t what you ain’t gone do
Chopstick magazine 98 plus 2
Try to stain for a chain and I ain’t gone sue
Let it bang on his brain til it stain my shoe
You a pus*y with what b*tch you ain't gone shoot, (you ain't)
We got a condo the 8th floor view
You ain’t slide with that iron how you claim yo crew? you done took a few dubs how you ain’t gone lose? (Ha b*tch!)
Yuh, pop out n flex me a dub
Got n*ggas mad cause I turned to a go getta, (yuh)
I snatch ya hoe from the club, he started b*tchin and thinkin I go with her, yuh
Cuban link got me on flood, laws lookin at me like neighborhood dope dealer
b*tch Im the ape im a go-rilla
If you hang witha rat you ain’t no realer

I beat up the block with my kinfolk
And em (yuh) but they couldn’t really keep it a stack, (yuh yuh)
And these n*ggas wouldn’t give me credit
For nothin til I got Amiri’s and stuffed em with racks, (yuh yuh)
I never had me no luck I been talkin to God with the ride tryna get to the sack
I can’t neva fall out with bro bout a hoe in the streets ima f*ck her n send her right back