HARAMBE lyrics

[Intro]
(Max made this)

[Verse]
We been dropping n*ggas off in that cradle
We done shot a pus*y n*gga now he mentally disabled
Ain't no pus*y ass n*ggas, only killers at my table
And I'm hanging out the car, right side right angle
Got that stick in my hand, yanking n*ggas like a cable
I ain't f*cking with nobody cause they only tell fables
Got the drop on my opps then we slide cause we able
This that EBG sh*t man we taking over labels
Put a hole in his body like a muthaf*cking bagel
Shordi dont knock him out cause that n*gga ain't stable
And I figured out who ratting cause its f*cking time tables
And we jumped the f*cking plug, I ain't talking jumping cables
And this 30 round on mе, man this sh*t real painful
And I pour the cough syrup like its rеal deal maple
And I pray to god n*gga cause I'm real deal thankful
And lil kilo by my side when this sh*t get fatal
Only get one life I ain't tryna live faithful, and I'm pouring up drank at the f*cking dinner table
And I'm stuck to gang like a muthaf*cking staple
And these thot hoes mad cause i'm f*cking on Rachel
And I play with this Glock so I guess we both playful
And I came from the mud so I never been ungrateful
And this sh*t get hot but don't let that sh*t shake you
And I only took my b*tch out first day of april
And they showin fake love, man these n*ggas really hate you
Get ya b*tch ass up but could never ever make you
I could show you how to work, but I don't even wanna take you
Just a crazy ass n*gga that got shipped out the lake view
Rodell in the chain man these n*ggas ain't gone break you
And they said I was a b*tch, n*gga who the f*ck is you?
Im gorilla or whatever monkey got up out the zoo
Im a big dog no you can't even play with my food
Yeah, and they know I keep the red flag
This a stick up n*gga, put that money in the bag
And I want the 50's 100's I want all cash
If that pus*y n*gga talking then we on his ass
And to take the plug off, that's a small task
And we see the opposition taking out the trash, and I never trade flags cause these n*ggas sad
When we caught the opps lacking put em in a body bag
Put that fye in my pants, it done made my pants sag
Got the number one rank but we don't like to brag
With a boujee ass b*tch and that hoe got class
And the way that she be walking make me smack her on the ass
And they washing off the blood with a f*cking wet rag
Cause the way we did them boys really give me flashbacks
Yeah, I run off with yo money ain't no f*cking take backs
I won't turn up on that b*tch cause Im real laid back
And I'm talking to the money like a telephone
I was smoking in the trap cause I was home alone
And I let that hoe stay cause she got good dome
Why my momma kick me out then tell me come home
I ain't going home I don't know what goin on
I was in indicated touching on the f*cking chrome
And that TEC-9 really crack a n*gga bones
They stop f*cking with lil 40 think I'm dead wrong
If you think I'm dead wrong then you dead and gone
And I never meant to rap on no sad song
If I gotta cross you out then its so long
[Outro]
(Gone, so long)