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Artiste : Rod Wave
Titre : ATR for Life
Pipe that shit up, TNT
You know, I don´t really, I ain´t really on that gangbanging shit but you know them young niggas, they don´t even play
Tellin´ you, know what I´m sayin´?

It´s cool to go to school, I went to school, you know what I´m sayin´?
You know what I´m sayin´?
MikeMadeThe808s
Hit you up for life
When I say big dawg boss, big dawg boss, you know what I´m sayin´?
What up? What up?
Bitch, I´m, c´mon, man, bitch, you know what´s up with me
Brr, hah

Ain´t got to pay no shooters, because they paid
Tryna bodybag a nigga and then someone on your grave
ATR and we take war shit deeply
I done seen too many fall to let you bitches beat me

Okay, so wipe a nigga´s nose or somethin´, yeah
Send a nigga home or somethin´, yeah
Pop a nigga dome or somethin´, yeah
Get a nigga gone or somethin´, yeah
Rock out with that chrome or somethin´, yeah
Yeah, get a nigga gone or somethin´, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay, go pop a nigga dome or somethin´, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Nigga, on my brother, I got a cutter with a hundred in it
Hit a nigga street with that heat and have him jumpin´ fences
Chris got a yopper, he the youngest but the fuckin´ dumbest
Niggas want war with the gang but they ain´t got no money

New rental plug, we tinted up, they never seen us comin´
I told lil´ bro that I got ten and we can fuckin´ run it
Let´s go to war, let´s go to war, may the best win
For the love of money, I seen best friends kill best friends
Six bales and give a nigga three hours, he´ll be on the news
I was on my way to Cali when bruh got knocked out his shoes
From my block to your block, niggas is gettin´ blues
The streets ain´t for these lil´ boys, you better stay in school

Ain´t got to pay no shooters, because they paid

Tryna bodybag a nigga and then someone on your grave
ATR and we take war shit deeply
I done seen too many fall to let you bitches beat me
Okay, so wipe a nigga´s nose or somethin´, yeah
Send a nigga home or somethin´, yeah
Pop a nigga dome or somethin´, yeah
Get a nigga gone or somethin´, yeah
Rock out with that chrome or somethin´, yeah
Yeah, get a nigga gone or somethin´, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay, go pop a nigga dome or somethin´, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah

That´s what I´m tellin´ you, nigga
Say what the fuck you want ´bout the gang
I bet you still don´t wanna go to war

I bet you don´t want no smoke
This nigga ain´t got no money to be beefin´, man
You niggas crazier than a bitch
Yeah, the streets too dry to be tryna go to war with a nigga with some money, man
Three, four racks, man, he´ll walk right up on your ass
Better stop playin´