More songs by MARCO PLUS
Description
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer: Ernest "Ness" Butler
Producer: Turk Money
Producer: MARCO PLUS
Producer: Polyphonic Library
Composer, Lyricist: Demarcus Pollard
Lyrics and translation
Original
All right, bro, I'll be back later. I'm finna go goddamn get into it.
Where you going?
I'm finna go outside. Go on platinum, bro. We just cooling.
Finna go get some money, bro.
-Where you going, bro? -Why you need to know all that?
You asking too many questions.
Like, you need to get out my motherfucking business all that goddamn-
This nigga, you stay pissing me the fuck off.
-Whatever, bro. -You're always doing bullshit-
Hey, don't you got some other nigga going around with you or something?
Places I don't know, places I ain't never been, people I ain't never seen.
-Bro, I'm finna go.
-Always out here putting yourself in danger, and they do the fuck is out there.
Me and my dawgs tryna get us some motion.
Running the paper together and split it in portions. Sipping the potions.
But I'm still on beat, you cannot catch me slipping or loafing. Gripping 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 and my brother be stressed as it get. I'm invested as it get. Need a check, nigga, quick.
Man last to invest in a zip. They be blessed if it flip.
Keep a TEC on his hip and it bang if you mess with his shit. These niggas don't want that drama.
These niggas don't want that trauma. Boy, I'm really from the South, fuck around and get robbed.
Try for looking at the wrong group of guys. Send the chrome to your eyes.
Nigga, no cap. Can't give niggas no dap. Most of these niggas roll in disguise.
Just mind your business.
But that ain't even enough no more, so you gotta keep the fire in your britches. Niggas lost faith. They ain't even tryna pray these days.
They be convinced that God don't listen. Stuck on the net with not much but a gat.
If a fuck nigga act, get a fuck nigga clapped.
I'll get a fuck nigga whacked. Pull up broad day where the fuck nigga at.
My dawg ain't in much fighting no more. He just pop that motherfucking trunk on the 'lac.
Pop that trunk on the 'lac.
Send nigga to the underworld.
I don't give a fuck.
Where they live. Where they live.
Where they live. Where they live.
Where they live.
Where they live.
Where they live.
Where they live. Where they live
English translation
All right, bro, I'll be back later. I'm finna go goddamn get into it.
Where you going?
I'm finna go outside. Go on platinum, bro. We just cooling.
Finna go get some money, bro.
-Where you going, bro? -Why you need to know all that?
You asking too many questions.
Like, you need to get out my motherfucking business all that goddamn-
This nigga, you stay pissing me the fuck off.
-Whatever, bro. -You're always doing bullshit-
Hey, don't you got some other nigga going around with you or something?
Places I don't know, places I ain't never been, people I ain't never seen.
-Bro, I'm finna go.
-Always out here putting yourself in danger, and they do the fuck is out there.
Me and my dawgs tryna get us some motion.
Running the paper together and split it in portions. Sipping the potions.
But I'm still on beat, you cannot catch me slipping or loafing. Gripping 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 and my brother be stressed as it get. I'm invested as it get. Need a check, nigga, quick.
Man last to invest in a zip. They be blessed if it flip.
Keep a TEC on his hip and it bang if you mess with his shit. These niggas don't want that drama.
These niggas don't want that trauma. Boy, I'm really from the South, fuck around and get robbed.
Try for looking at the wrong group of guys. Send the chrome to your eyes.
Nigga, no cap. Can't give niggas no dap. Most of these niggas roll in disguise.
Just mind your business.
But that ain't even enough no more, so you gotta keep the fire in your britches. Niggas lost faith. They ain't even tryna pray these days.
They be convinced that God don't listen. Stuck on the net with not much but a gat.
If a fuck nigga act, get a fuck nigga clapped.
I'll get a fuck nigga whacked. Pull up broad day where the fuck nigga at.
My dawg ain't in much fighting no more. He just pop that motherfucking trunk on the 'lac.
Pop that trunk on the 'lac.
Send nigga to the underworld.
I don't give a fuck.
Where they live. Where they live.
Where they live. Where they live.
Where they live.
Where they live.
Where they live.
Where they live. Where they live