More songs by MARCO PLUS
Description
MARCO PLUS vs. tha Underworld: Survivor’s Cut
Recording Engineer: Astro Studios
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer: Ernest "Ness" Butler
Producer: IK-EY
Producer: Wulf Morpheus
Composer, Lyricist: Demarcus Pollard
Composer, Lyricist: Marlin Kinsey
Composer, Lyricist: Miles Turner
Composer, Lyricist: Matthew Anthony Forbes
Lyrics and translation
Original
Aight bruh I'll be back later
I'm finna get into it
Where you going?
I'm finna go outside
We just coolin'
Where you goin bruh?
Why you need to know all that?
You askin' too many questions like
You need to get out my motherfuckin' business all this God damn
This nigga you stay pissing me the fuck off
You're always doin bullshit with niggas I don't know
Aye don't you got some other nigga to worry bout?
Places I've never been, people I ain't ever seen
Bruh I'm finna go
Always out here putting yourself in danger
Nigga do you know who the fuck is out there?
Me and my dawgs tryna get us some motion
Run up the paper together and split it in portions
Sippin the potion
But I'm still on beat
You could not catch me slippin' or loafing
Grippin' the toast
If a nigga try to play with my bread
That's how a nigga get toasted
They say I spit with devotion
What the fuck you expect?
My mother in debt
My brotha be stressed as it get
I mean vexed as it get
Need a check nigga quick
Spend his last to invest in a zip
They be blessed if it flip
Keep a steph in his hip
And it bang if you mess with his chips
These niggas don't want no drama
These niggas don't want no trauma
Boy I'm really from the south
Fuck around and get robbed
Just for looking at the wrong group of guys
Send the chrome to your eyes
Nigga no cap
Can't give niggas no dap
Most these niggas roll in disguise
It's mind yo business
But that ain't even enough no more
So you gotta keep the fire in your britches
Nigga lost faith
They ain't even tryna pray these days
They been convinced that God don't listen
Stuck on the nat
With not much for the gat
If a fuck nigga act
Get a fuck nigga clapped
I'll get a fuck nigga whacked
Pull up broad day "where a fuck nigga at"
My dawg ain't need much to fight no more
He just pop that mo-fuckin' trunk on the lac
Pop that trunk on the lac
Send a nigga to the underworld
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is?
English translation
Aight bruh I'll be back later
I'm finna get into it
Where you going?
I'm finna go outside
We just coolin'
Where you goin bruh?
Why you need to know all that?
You askin' too many questions like
You need to get out my motherfuckin' business all this God damn
This nigga you stay pissing me the fuck off
You're always doin bullshit with niggas I don't know
Aye don't you got some other nigga to worry bout?
Places I've never been, people I ain't ever seen
Bruh I'm finna go
Always out here putting yourself in danger
Nigga do you know who the fuck is out there?
Me and my dawgs tryna get us some motion
Run up the paper together and split it in portions
Sippin the potion
But I'm still on beat
You could not catch me slippin' or loafing
Grippin' the toast
If a nigga try to play with my bread
That's how a nigga get toasted
They say I spit with devotion
What the fuck you expect?
My mother in debt
My brotha be stressed as it get
I mean vexed as it get
Need a check nigga quick
Spend his last to invest in a zip
They be blessed if it flip
Keep a steph in his hip
And it bang if you mess with his chips
These niggas don't want no drama
These niggas don't want no trauma
Boy I'm really from the south
Fuck around and get robbed
Just for looking at the wrong group of guys
Send the chrome to your eyes
Nigga no cap
Can't give niggas no dap
Most these niggas roll in disguise
It's mind yo business
But that ain't even enough no more
So you gotta keep the fire in your britches
Nigga lost faith
They ain't even tryna pray these days
They been convinced that God don't listen
Stuck on the nat
With not much for the gat
If a fuck nigga act
Get a fuck nigga clapped
I'll get a fuck nigga whacked
Pull up broad day "where a fuck nigga at"
My dawg ain't need much to fight no more
He just pop that mo-fuckin' trunk on the lac
Pop that trunk on the lac
Send a nigga to the underworld
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is?