HKFiftyOne - StJohnsBay lyrics
[HKFiftyOne - StJohnsBay lyrics]
I'm on St john's Bay with a big black coat
Got a bottle full of Henny, got
A bag full of coke, nope
I'm not incriminating, homies on a boat
I never seen the motherfucker before on God
I don't know i got some real dark hair
I got a strap that I could
I got the pipe up on my side
If y'all be looking for some smoke, uh
My babygirl, she always hit's me on the phone
And be like, "Babe, did you eat
Today?", and I'm like, "Heh, nope"
I got some fucked up thoughts
But I suppress 'em on the low
I never feel like I be worth it
So I guess I'm dying slow, huh?
Oof, but I should shut the fuck up
And put the pencil to the paper and
Pretend like I could buck up i'm stuck-up
I'm a fucked up narcissistic piece of
Who that, homie
That spit all these ill rhymes?
Got more words inside than a
Psycho with an ill mind
I think it's "something-FiftyOne"
Or "-FiftyTwo", but I just kill time
'Cause I don't really wanna talk if
You can't flow but steal mine, dude
Why you never listen when I
Tell you when you trappin'
Out your momma house the opps
Is gonna fail you and they fail you
Shit they found you when they fail you
To the ones who still be fine
'Cause you my brothers
But your shooter's only reason you're alive
I don't mean to disrespect
But I get pissed like all the time
You say you wetted out
And then you put your life up on the line
But I get it, I get it
You're trying to be the king of the tribe
And I get it, I get it
You ain't never wanna go back
So I get it, I get it
You're tryna make it out with some rap
And I get it, I get it, , you know I get it
I get it
Huh, everybody judgin' on my fear, right?
Homie won't do nothing, but you
Better know I will, right?
Think that I'm just talking 'cause
My lyrics always hit, right?
Run your mouth, but you know
That you a bitch, right?
'Cause you know that you a bitch, right?
Got a bottle full of Henny, got
A bag full of coke, nope
I'm not incriminating, homies on a boat
I never seen the motherfucker before on God
I don't know i got some real dark hair
I got a strap that I could
I got the pipe up on my side
If y'all be looking for some smoke, uh
My babygirl, she always hit's me on the phone
And be like, "Babe, did you eat
Today?", and I'm like, "Heh, nope"
I got some fucked up thoughts
But I suppress 'em on the low
I never feel like I be worth it
So I guess I'm dying slow, huh?
Oof, but I should shut the fuck up
And put the pencil to the paper and
Pretend like I could buck up i'm stuck-up
I'm a fucked up narcissistic piece of
Who that, homie
That spit all these ill rhymes?
Got more words inside than a
Psycho with an ill mind
I think it's "something-FiftyOne"
Or "-FiftyTwo", but I just kill time
'Cause I don't really wanna talk if
You can't flow but steal mine, dude
Why you never listen when I
Tell you when you trappin'
Out your momma house the opps
Is gonna fail you and they fail you
Shit they found you when they fail you
To the ones who still be fine
'Cause you my brothers
But your shooter's only reason you're alive
I don't mean to disrespect
But I get pissed like all the time
You say you wetted out
And then you put your life up on the line
But I get it, I get it
You're trying to be the king of the tribe
And I get it, I get it
You ain't never wanna go back
So I get it, I get it
You're tryna make it out with some rap
And I get it, I get it, , you know I get it
I get it
Huh, everybody judgin' on my fear, right?
Homie won't do nothing, but you
Better know I will, right?
Think that I'm just talking 'cause
My lyrics always hit, right?
Run your mouth, but you know
That you a bitch, right?
'Cause you know that you a bitch, right?