Mook TBG - Confessions lyrics

(Damn, you went Beats Mode on this one)
Brrt, gang, gang yeah
Hmm, it's Big Mook, nigga
(Pablo,  you crazy for this one, haha)
Ha, gang, gang, brrt, brrt

He ain’t do nothin', he dead wrong
Got me outside with this Drac' on
(Drac' on)
Niggas go back broke, we take some
We gon' make a T-shirt with his face on
(Brrt) i can’t not miss this collect call
Talk to my dawg on a pay phone (Hello?)
I tie a rope around these niggas
Necks, watch how they move
They gon' hang themselves (Ha ha)

When you showing love, shit dangerous
That nigga a bitch, can’t hang wit' us
All of these guns, they came wit' us
(yeah, yeah yeah) , I want thе money
In God we trust (yeah)
I had to opеn a few doors
I put the car in sports mode (Vroom)
We know them niggas act like hoes
Paint the walls in this bitch like Picasso
(Boom boom, brrt)
I was taught to just move like a narco
Ain't no city or place that I can’t go
I can’t lie, gotta me a
Gun close, I'm outside
Spend a ticket on Melrose
I been falling a sleep with a red
Rose, he can’t come to the hood
That’s a red zone (Red zone)
Smoking these Cookies, my head gone
(Head gone) that lil' bitch think she stuff
'cause her head strong (Head strong)
He was hating 'til we got his mans gone
Them lil' niggas keep singing the same song
Nigga, you broke, you dead wrong
We gon' serve all that shit
'til the pack gone (The pack gone)
On his head, we put them racks on (Grrah)
Niggas dead, they ain't coming back home
(Brrt-brrt) we gon' keep going up 'til we
All on, stick 'em up, we put a bag on
(Gang-gang)
All these 100s, spend it and get it back
You wouldn’t know what to do wit that
When they see the car, they be like
"Who is that" (yeah)
I ride in a coupe wit' a gun in the back
(Phew) we is not putting no gun in no bag
We never lackin', these niggas be acting
I just been thinking 'bout catching
A body, they tryna hide
It ain't hard to find me (No)
Labels ain't got enough money to sign me
Look how much money I spent on these diamonds
(Bling-bling) that shit was perfect timing
Car taking off on whoever behind me (Vroom)
Somebody dying, that’s all my mind see
We puttin' hoes in his white tee
(Brrt-brrt, brrt-brrt)
Got 'em mad, they wanna fight me
We know that he wanna be like me (yeah)

He ain’t do nothin', he dead wrong
Got me outside with this Drac' on
(yeah, yeah yeah)
Niggas go back broke, we take some
We gon' make a T-shirt with his face on
(yeah yeah)
I can’t not miss this collect call (Brrt)
Talk to my dawg on a pay phone (yeah yeah)
I tie a rope around these niggas necks
(yeah yeah) , watch how they move
They gon' hang themselves (yeah yeah)