Neek Bucks, Tsu Surf - Sinnin lyrics

Yeah (Ayy, Smatty, let's count up some)

God forgive me, I'ma be sinnin' for a minute
Four demons in a rented, slidin' tinted
I can't let no nigga get me
You know I should go down and
If that shit ever get sticky
I can't have no nigga out here frontin'
Actin' like they with me
I had them demons on my mama couch
Schemin', we was lookin' for a reason
Tryna block it out bro step on that shit
He still'll grease you, he don't talk it out
Why would I cap? I make 'em
Do you in that parking lot, yeah
I still keep them racks on me
They was tryna search me for the pole
I had crack on me
Bitches tried to curve me, I was broke
Them bitches back on me
I guess them bitches must've heard I
Keep them packs on me, yeah
Bro was tryna tell me it was love
How the fuck that shit was love when he ain't
Never show me love? That shit a dub
All under niggas' pics we don't fuck with
See how we rockin', I'm with the
Niggas that I'm stuck with
Tell them niggas up it

Yeah, you know them charges change everything
That shit determine whether he love
You or he don't
Would he slug you or he won't?
Sometimes I sit and think if I
Get caught up with this pole
I know I'm probably next to
Blow, but shit, fuck it, i'ma tote
And I been runnin' up this money
Niggas be hatin' on the low
So I gotta keep them hitters
With me everywhere I go
But we really know what's gold
That shit embedded in our soul
And bro was in his glow until
They caught him with the pole

Pole totin', soul searchin'
Slidin' since a bad kid in traffic
Fucked up, we caught him lackin'
He ain't have it, pull off laughin'
Tell lil' baby cuz make the same graphics
Summer madness
Almost throw up tryna look inside that casket
(Ew) saw him so we hopped out
Baby mama fuckin' 'fore he copped out
Cuttin' class to cut a brick, fuck this shit
He drop out
Prosecutor fishin' for convictions
Or somethin'
Like my lawyer ain't vicious or somethin'
That nigga trippin', he buggin'
We wasn't drillin' on them
Missions for nothin'
Them homies tamper with a
Witness or somethin'
It's just the click of a button
If he ain't dead, finish dinner, cuz
Thought we was spinnin' where
Them sinners was
Percocet, can't feel the love
Know your clique
Half of 'em ain't ride when the bro was hit
Tell his mama we gon' kill
'em, shake her head, she know this shit
I paint the pain
He won't make it home, but he made a name
We gon' hit the star player
I know how to change a game
I try to cry, but the shit ain't work
'Cause it ain't even 'til a nigga hurt
They did us bad, but we did 'em worse
Only real niggas finish first
Only real niggas finish first

Yeah, you know them charges change everything
That shit determine whether he love
You or he don't
Would he slug you or he won't?
Sometimes I sit and think if I
Get caught up with this pole
I know I'm probably next to
Blow, but shit, fuck it, i'ma tote
And I been runnin' up this money
Niggas be hatin' on the low
So I gotta keep them hitters
With me everywhere I go
But we really know what's gold
That shit embedded in our soul
And bro was in his glow until
They caught him with the pole