CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Yuhhhh
Yuh, 16, yuh
Free all my n***as that’s stuck in that jam
I got too much money, it won’t fit in my pants
Brodie laced the pill, we ain’t serving no Xans
Do what I want and he do what he can
I’m in the trap, had to stick to the plan
I put them rackades on his head
He was gon’ do something, now he dead
Man of the year, now I need an advance
.40 go blam
Bro get the MACs out, load it up in the van
Tap out, put that boy in a trance
Maserati, I can’t hop in a Benz
The block hot? Then I’ll bring out the fans
He said he squad but he not my mans
Gang with me, man, he stay with the clan
I see through n***as, I don't wear no lens
Bullets hot, you might catch a lil' tan
You not valid in my section
Brodie riding with a weapon
Send a n***a up to Heaven
This .30 gon’ bless him
Mask on so the case closed
Say he a demon, send him halos
I kill people like Tadoe
Free all my n***as that’s stuck in that jam
I got too much money, it won’t fit in my pants
Brodie laced the pill, we ain’t serving no Xans
Do what I want and he do what he can
I’m in the trap, had to stick to the plan
I put them rackades on his head
He was gon’ do something, now he dead
Man of the year, now I need an advance
.40 go blam
Free all my n***as that’s stuck in that jam
I got too much money, it won’t fit in my pants
Brodie laced the pill, we ain’t serving no Xans
Do what I want and he do what he can
I’m in the trap, had to stick to the plan
I put them rackades on his head
He was gon’ do something, now he dead
Man of the year, now I need an advance
.40 go blam
Bro get the MACs out, load it up in the van
Tap out, put that boy in a trance
Maserati, I can’t hop in a Benz
The block hot? Then I’ll bring out the fans
He said he squad but he not my mans
Gang with me, man, he stay with the clan
I see through n***as, I don't wear no lens
Bullets hot, you might catch a lil' tan
You not valid in my section
Brodie riding with a weapon
Send a n***a up to Heaven
This .30 gon’ bless him
Mask on so the case closed
Say he a demon, send him halos
I kill people like Tadoe
Free all my n***as that’s stuck in that jam
I got too much money, it won’t fit in my pants
Brodie laced the pill, we ain’t serving no Xans
Do what I want and he do what he can
I’m in the trap, had to stick to the plan
I put them rackades on his head
He was gon’ do something, now he dead
Man of the year, now I need an advance
.40 go blam
