Mook TBG - Outro 2.0 lyrics

Ooh, ooh

I put my feelings in a box
I can't go back to feeling that way
(I can't go back)
Fuck that we kill em' broad day, I run
The street all night and day, count up
We been getting paid
I ain't even tryna brag, I came up fast
Can you imagine that?
(Can you imagine that?)
Any bitch I want, I got
I had my dawgs can vouch for that
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
They got my back I don't know about that
But I keep that strap for that
(Bang, bang bang)
And I miss my dawg can't bring him back
So I brought that black on black
And they mad at me Cause the gang I bang
It's TBG for life (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
These pockets full they bout tom lose
I'm thanking God for life
I stayed up late for this (Skrt)
And I been so booked
I can't keep still I ain't got time to quit
(yeah) what you know about losing all?
Yo men don't got nobody, no help
(Skrt) what you gon do?
Fold shit on yo ass or
Run that shit up yourself

He wrote a statement
That was my dawg don't know
How bad that shit felt (Woah)
I made a promise to myself
I'm trusting nobody elsе (yeah)
I wake up early еvery morning
Grab that shit off my shelf (Skrt)
And pray to God remove my enemies
And keep me good health
I been through so much, god damn
Sold 105 grams he don't really got no trap
Take that trap shit off the gram (yeah)
Keep that big shit on my side, It's gone
Be a homicide
I ride, I ride, if he die, I lie
Add it up it's all there
Long way from just getting by
Know my niggas sky high
See these chains I buy
Told her I adore you, so I Dior you
I need ten racks for a feature
Nigga I don't know you
I got so much on my mind
Clock still running out of time
Made a promise to my dawgs
Told my bro just give me time (Time)

Just give me a second
Them boys almost there though
Shit, fuck, come on

Anybody want war with us
Turn em' all to dust (Damn)
I waited most of my life
To beat that nigga up (yeah)
We leave his body in town for them
To pick it up (Bow, bow)
That lil gun hen was toting
It wasn't big enough (Word)
Don't know which car I be in
I had to switch it up (Skrt, skrt, skrt)
Forgive me lord for my sins
So I can trust again (yeah)
Fuck a friend, no ties need to loose ends
These FN's I carry on me look
Like twins, 100, 000 in 20s
Fuck up the money counter (Brtt)
Making love to the money
I'm bout to cum inside her
Get the fire and burn a
Nigga before they indite us (Baow)
He a liar smoke them niggas to get us higher

She a fighter don't tell nobody what
I buy her, Shooting bullets
When shells drop we start fires
(Bow, bow, bow)
Michael Myers, mask up, we chase down
100 pounds, we take that and bust down
Bust down it ain't nobody just us now
Lay em' down
I got this shit on me right now
He a clown, we making sure mamma proud now
Riding round with that shit on me
Bout to spazz out (Brtt)
Mask out he back out we switch routes
Last route, the cash route, the fast route
(Swish, swish, swish)
Racks out running right in his trap house
Max out
Don't hit em' we spinning back round
(First)