Yung Mal, Lil Quill - Blessed Lil Intro lyrics
[Yung Mal, Lil Quill - Blessed Lil Intro lyrics]
Shit, motherfuckers wasn't fuckin' with me
When I was down bad
Now motherfuckers wanna fuck with me
'cause I'm up nigga
Ain't got shit for you lil bitch
Finna go and put a brick on my wrist
Got a thirty in my clip lil bitch
Shoot a hundred out the stick lil bitch
What the fuck is you sayin' my nigga?
I'ma pull up with bands my nigga
Got a whole lot of choppers on choppers
Give fuck 'bout your partner
You talkin' that shit
I pull up with my shottas
I been in the streets ever
Since I was young nigga
I grew up influenced by guns
I thought it was fun nigga
Don't come to me talkin' 'bout you broke but
You better go sit at the pond nigga
Shit, motherfuckers wasn't fuckin' with me
When I was down bad
Now motherfuckers wanna fuck with me
'cause I'm up nigga
Ain't got shit for you lil bitch
Finna go and put a brick on my wrist
Got a thirty in my clip lil bitch
Shoot a hundred out the stick lil bitch
What the fuck is you sayin' my nigga?
I'ma pull up with bands my nigga
Got a whole lot of choppers on choppers
Give fuck 'bout your partner
You talkin' that shit
I pull up with my shottas
I swear they don't play
K dick, hundred round drum
Put the beam on your face
Swear they gon' spray
MAC-10 to the Glock-10, got an FN
I keep one in
I remember trapping at the Candler Inn
Selling point eight tryna get ten
I'm on Front Street tryna get in
Tryna push up in an S6 Benz
Never ever will I settle for less
I been flood the bezel now I flooded my chest
Scrape the bowl when I'm grippin' the TEC
You be dead when I'm whippin'
The 'Vette lil nigga mixin' up the medicine
Hello, yeah where you at lil bro?
Shit I just pulled, up on my folks
Can you dig, I got all that, hell yeah
Say less
I'm finna pull up at the apartment right now
I'm doin' the dash, finna get off on Collins
Same ticket I ain't droppin' no numbers
Saran wrap it, they can get the whole bundle
I'm bustin' they brain 'cause they
Come from the country
Fifty bands, nigga all blue hundreds
Minivan, slide the door and they gunning
(mhm, nigga already know how
We comin' anyways) no back and forth
These niggas know how we comin'
Them thirty rounds and them
Clips hold a hundred
I hustled hard 'cause I come up from nothin'
Bein' broke, it made me sick to my stomach
And you ain't gotta settle for less
I been through it all but I'm blessed
(young nigga seen it all man, I seen the ups
I seen the downs)
The same shit make you lie, make you cry
Niggas envy, gotta stay wih that fire
When you're in the street
Nigga do or you die
When you talk to him look that man in his eye
And I got some niggas doin' hard time
The judge, they fried him, damn
And I got some real niggas in the dirt
They dead and they gone
It ain't no rewinding
Rest in peace, on some real niggas
Blessed as a motherfucker man
You know, Lil Quill you know we got a lot of
Shit on our plates now lot of shit goin' on
But ain't too much we can't handle, yeah
When I was down bad
Now motherfuckers wanna fuck with me
'cause I'm up nigga
Ain't got shit for you lil bitch
Finna go and put a brick on my wrist
Got a thirty in my clip lil bitch
Shoot a hundred out the stick lil bitch
What the fuck is you sayin' my nigga?
I'ma pull up with bands my nigga
Got a whole lot of choppers on choppers
Give fuck 'bout your partner
You talkin' that shit
I pull up with my shottas
I been in the streets ever
Since I was young nigga
I grew up influenced by guns
I thought it was fun nigga
Don't come to me talkin' 'bout you broke but
You better go sit at the pond nigga
Shit, motherfuckers wasn't fuckin' with me
When I was down bad
Now motherfuckers wanna fuck with me
'cause I'm up nigga
Ain't got shit for you lil bitch
Finna go and put a brick on my wrist
Got a thirty in my clip lil bitch
Shoot a hundred out the stick lil bitch
What the fuck is you sayin' my nigga?
I'ma pull up with bands my nigga
Got a whole lot of choppers on choppers
Give fuck 'bout your partner
You talkin' that shit
I pull up with my shottas
I swear they don't play
K dick, hundred round drum
Put the beam on your face
Swear they gon' spray
MAC-10 to the Glock-10, got an FN
I keep one in
I remember trapping at the Candler Inn
Selling point eight tryna get ten
I'm on Front Street tryna get in
Tryna push up in an S6 Benz
Never ever will I settle for less
I been flood the bezel now I flooded my chest
Scrape the bowl when I'm grippin' the TEC
You be dead when I'm whippin'
The 'Vette lil nigga mixin' up the medicine
Hello, yeah where you at lil bro?
Shit I just pulled, up on my folks
Can you dig, I got all that, hell yeah
Say less
I'm finna pull up at the apartment right now
I'm doin' the dash, finna get off on Collins
Same ticket I ain't droppin' no numbers
Saran wrap it, they can get the whole bundle
I'm bustin' they brain 'cause they
Come from the country
Fifty bands, nigga all blue hundreds
Minivan, slide the door and they gunning
(mhm, nigga already know how
We comin' anyways) no back and forth
These niggas know how we comin'
Them thirty rounds and them
Clips hold a hundred
I hustled hard 'cause I come up from nothin'
Bein' broke, it made me sick to my stomach
And you ain't gotta settle for less
I been through it all but I'm blessed
(young nigga seen it all man, I seen the ups
I seen the downs)
The same shit make you lie, make you cry
Niggas envy, gotta stay wih that fire
When you're in the street
Nigga do or you die
When you talk to him look that man in his eye
And I got some niggas doin' hard time
The judge, they fried him, damn
And I got some real niggas in the dirt
They dead and they gone
It ain't no rewinding
Rest in peace, on some real niggas
Blessed as a motherfucker man
You know, Lil Quill you know we got a lot of
Shit on our plates now lot of shit goin' on
But ain't too much we can't handle, yeah