NO BaP by Kb blanco Lyrics
I could count on one hand
How many niggas around
I got some youngins down to kill
Boys ain't making a sound
I could get it off to you
With a ounce or a pound
Just let me know, boy I got it
Got some trappers in town
I ain't with the fake love
Might as well keep ya distance
Its real eagles from the grove
Really Came from the trenches (Myrtle Grove)
That boy be cappin, streets talk
Heard he living a fiction
Had to stop talking bout it
Had to get up and get it
Nigga, cause I really had to get up and get it
A lot of times I felt down
And I just said forget it
I said fuck it
And I just kept scoring them buckets
I couldn't quit, kept going
I ain't do it for nun
Nigga, and I definitely ain't do it for fun
Nigga, It feel good when its all set and done
Nigga, It feel good when you chasing these millions
Member times I was struggling
Now I'm counting these digits
(Thank the lord)
I'm just saying tho
We really destined nigga
Destined for greatness
Huh
(Talk to em)
A lot of times I could've quit
A lot of times I could've won
I could've did a lot of shit, man I'm just having fun
Nigga
I swear to god, I'm just living and learning
Tryna touch a couple mills
Why I'm living and hustling
And listen
This a lil letter, its from me to me
Man never mind that
I mean G to G
And where I'm from the whole hood Throwing up them three's
Gang up dog shit, man fuck a degree
Huh
This ain't just lyrics, boy this shit real
My nigga JB shot it, but he a shoot for real
And all this grinding
No sleep barely having meals
Custo saying 50/50 tryna make a deal
Huh
I heard that boy was tryna make a deal
Boy you knew what it was
You better be fr (Come on na)
Long live all the guys, it's hard for me to heal
And yeah Gliizy still my baby
She gon' ride for real
Talk my shit nigga'
You gon' let me talk my shit nigga
Cause I could count on one hand
How many niggas around
I got some youngins down to kill
Boys ain't making a sound
I could get it off to you
With a ounce or a pound
Just let me know, boy I got it
Got some trappers in town
(What you need nigga)
I ain't with the fake love
Might as well keep ya distance
Its real eagles from the grove
Really came from the trenches (Myrtle Grove)
That boy be cappin, streets talk
Heard he living a fiction
Had to stop talking bout it
Had to get up and get it
Huh
I had to get up and get it
I had to stop talking bout it
Had to get up and get it
I had to get up and get it
I had to stop talking bout it
Had to get up and get it
How many niggas around
I got some youngins down to kill
Boys ain't making a sound
I could get it off to you
With a ounce or a pound
Just let me know, boy I got it
Got some trappers in town
I ain't with the fake love
Might as well keep ya distance
Its real eagles from the grove
Really Came from the trenches (Myrtle Grove)
That boy be cappin, streets talk
Heard he living a fiction
Had to stop talking bout it
Had to get up and get it
Nigga, cause I really had to get up and get it
A lot of times I felt down
And I just said forget it
I said fuck it
And I just kept scoring them buckets
I couldn't quit, kept going
I ain't do it for nun
Nigga, and I definitely ain't do it for fun
Nigga, It feel good when its all set and done
Nigga, It feel good when you chasing these millions
Member times I was struggling
Now I'm counting these digits
(Thank the lord)
I'm just saying tho
We really destined nigga
Destined for greatness
Huh
(Talk to em)
A lot of times I could've quit
A lot of times I could've won
I could've did a lot of shit, man I'm just having fun
Nigga
I swear to god, I'm just living and learning
Tryna touch a couple mills
Why I'm living and hustling
And listen
This a lil letter, its from me to me
Man never mind that
I mean G to G
And where I'm from the whole hood Throwing up them three's
Gang up dog shit, man fuck a degree
Huh
This ain't just lyrics, boy this shit real
My nigga JB shot it, but he a shoot for real
And all this grinding
No sleep barely having meals
Custo saying 50/50 tryna make a deal
Huh
I heard that boy was tryna make a deal
Boy you knew what it was
You better be fr (Come on na)
Long live all the guys, it's hard for me to heal
And yeah Gliizy still my baby
She gon' ride for real
Talk my shit nigga'
You gon' let me talk my shit nigga
Cause I could count on one hand
How many niggas around
I got some youngins down to kill
Boys ain't making a sound
I could get it off to you
With a ounce or a pound
Just let me know, boy I got it
Got some trappers in town
(What you need nigga)
I ain't with the fake love
Might as well keep ya distance
Its real eagles from the grove
Really came from the trenches (Myrtle Grove)
That boy be cappin, streets talk
Heard he living a fiction
Had to stop talking bout it
Had to get up and get it
Huh
I had to get up and get it
I had to stop talking bout it
Had to get up and get it
I had to get up and get it
I had to stop talking bout it
Had to get up and get it