Darkside lyrics

by

Fat Trel


[Verse 1]
Stand up, stand up
I came for the money, put your hands up
I don't even know what this case carry
I'm just tryin' to make f*cking bands up
My pops and my mama they fight like ain't no tomorrow
Livin' life full of pain and sorrow
So I'm ski-masked up in that Monte Carlo
Then I hit my homie Carlos, told him "Now: we gotta hit it, like, tomorrow"
And I know a getaway we could borrow
Coming from the side so we know where the cop goes
We can get the money and pop off
Split off when we get off for the dropoff
And if you get locked up it ain't my fault
I got a nine and my homie got a sawed-off, he got a sawed-off
b*tch n*gga feel my bag up, I ain't tryna hear that bullsh*t
I told you I gotta get my cash up
You tryna hold me back, then here's a full clip
Walk in a back with my motherf*ckin' n*ggas on my side
We even have the nerve to read the Word
Now we just took a f*ckin' walk on the darkside

[Hook]
We just took a f*ckin' walk on the darkside
Took a f*ckin' walk on the darkside
We even have the nerve to read the Word
Now we just took a f*ckin' walk on the darkside
We just took a f*ckin' walk on the darkside
Took a f*ckin' walk on the darkside
We even have the nerve to read the Word
Now we just took a f*ckin' walk on the darkside, n*gga
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