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LowLowTurnThatUp, hey
Winners Circle
Damn, Yak

Verse 1: Hotboy Wes
When you jump out, feel my SRT, just know your life at stake Your life at stake
I might lose my life today, I'm livin' life the shiesty way The shiesty way
Strapped up with this dope, hope them white folks don't run my licence plate Don't run my—
Made it out with music, Mama thought I threw my life away She thought I threw my life—
My granny was an addict
My daddy ass was absent He gone
In the gutter, where we was trappin' We trappin'
Now it's double Gs on my jacket My jacket
These fuck niggas ain't my fabric
I don't fuck with a nigga, I'm taxin' No
John Wick with the stick, no lackin' Bah, bah, bah
He a bitch, send a blitz like Madden Like Madden
Pull up in somethin' that look like I cannot afford it Skrrt
Strap with a rocket, my pockets don't know of it Big bag
That my lil' bitch, she be scammin', she out, finna slam her for forgery Ayy
This ain't no rap, this a street nigga poetry
When I was twelve, my first stick was a tourist Bah, bah, bah
If rappin' don't work, I'ma stick to the story
Fly out to Cali and get me a forest Forest
Get me a stick in my mama name Mama name
Grind like a bitch from the hunger pains
I'm from the street life, the hunger games Hunger games
They gon' get low when that llama bang Bah, bah, bah, bah
Dope in the couch 'fore the commas came
Dope and the cash when the commas came
Spin the block 'cause the opps think it's fun and games
When we split 'em, we grill 'em like Johnny Dang Grr

Chorus: Hotboy Wes
Night-night, baby, night-night Night-night
Ice bright, nigga, ice bright Ice bright
Nice white for the right price Right price
Writin' kites, them niggas doin' life Free my dawg

Verse 2: Hotboy Wes
Free all my locs in the jail cell Free 'em
Fuck on your ho, had a farewell Farewell
Used to trap with a strap in the stairwell
And the bricks where they spin like a ferris wheel
You'd rather fuck on a ho 'fore you charge her a fee Huh
I'm where the warriors be What
I was down deep like a shark in the sea Shark in the sea
Turned to his stuff, spend a car on my teeth
I like to rob and go hard on the beat
Mama so pussy, my father was street
My brother a hooligan, he used to harbor a fugitive
He took them charges for me
Glizzy gon' bark, you can't argue with me
Sixes don't shop when I park in the street
In my apartments, they snort it for cheap
Tote a carbon, these niggas ain't targetin' me
Show 'em what rogue shit really mean
I was broke than a bitch, but had bigger dreams
On the porch, stickin' dope in Amiri jeans
Couldn't spell that good, but I bet I could count
Mama on dope, used to smoke up a stench
I was stuck in the rain, but came out like a champ
Put the dope in the pot, make it loud like a cramp
On the block, sellin' dust, I was up like a vamp I was up
Young nigga hell, better ask 12, I make a lot, do a lil'
Grazin' on they residence, wrap it in red tape
Can't leave the post, sellin' dope on the leg brace
I gotta get me a mil' for the fast tape
'Fore I heard Moneybagg, I was a fed baby
You should've seen what I did for them dead faces
Shit that I did for them dead faces

Chorus: Hotboy Wes & Gucci Mane
Night-night, baby, night-night Night-night
Ice bright, nigga, ice bright Ice bright
Nice white for the right price Right price
Writin' kites, them niggas doin' life Free my dawg, go

Verse 3: Gucci Mane
I come from the gutter, the heart of the criss
My daddy was drunk and my mama was stressed Mama
Travelin' all night at the top of the city
Made me go to sleep late, end up flunkin' the test Mmm
Had to stop gamblin', start the investment
My partner got killed, it was hard to digest Damn
Trippin' on lean make me really regress Lean
Like a jacker with money, my life was a mess Woah
Say you a shooter, not really impressed
Flooded my crew with invisible sets Bling
Rollies and APs, baguettes, baguette Brr
We ballin' like Brady without the confetti Ball
Thankin' the trap 'cause it's really a gist
I'm livin' my life without any regrets
I was a jit with a vest and a TEC Grrah
Stop playin' with 'Wop, that's like Russian roulette Huh
Move down the walk with the stocks and the jet
Not the same 'Wop with the Glock in the vid No
I was dead broke, I knew I would be rich Yeah
I peeped from the jump, I knew you was a bitch You
Gloves on his hand, he ain't leavin' a print
Free all my hitters, I need 'em out quick Free 'em
Bogus-ass charges, they ain't makin' no sense Nah
They gave him a life so he jumpin' the fence, uh Go

Chorus: Hotboy Wes
Night-night, baby, night-night Night-night
Ice bright, nigga, ice bright Ice bright
Nice white for the right price Right price
Writin' kites, them niggas doin' life Free my dawg