Ghetto Lullabies lyrics

[Hook: Calboy]
I woke up this morning thinking about them homicides
Lately I been singing ghetto lullabies
Lord forgive me I been sinning, I know better now
Little b*tch no you cannot fool me, I know better now
Look at that b*tch so cool
Look at my wrist so cool
I just been hustling we was just struggling
My n*ggas slept on the floor
Stack it and flip it then
I had to double it my n*ggas baggin em all
Don't f*ck with them n*ggas
Them n*ggas be b*tches, you tweak with the guys Imma score

[Verse: 147 Bubz]
Eh, I’m on the block and I got the blick
Eh, none of that talking you can get hit
Eh, n*gga we was just starvin tryna get rich
I was in steamers, stacking the rest
30 with beam was hitting them licks, eh
Lights out, my n*ggas be ready for war that blood and gore
Remember when hitting them stores
Reached over the counter and hitting them drawers
Lil Wap on my line, I call up the Uber then I'm finna score
Homicides on my mind
I came with a handle just like door
What I saw traumatized me
Bodies get left right dead on the floor
I want some more some more
Yeah I need some more some more
My n*ggas bound to score
Yeah my n*ggas bound to score
Any talking talking tough
Put a n*gga up just like chores, Ay
[Hook: Calboy]
I woke up this morning thinking about them homicides
Lately I been singing ghetto lullabies
Lord forgive me I been sinning, I know better now
Little b*tch no you cannot fool me, I know better now
Look at that b*tch so cool
Look at my wrist so cool
I just been hustling we was just struggling
My n*ggas slept on the floor
Stack it and flip it then
I had to double it my n*ggas baggin em all
Don't f*ck with them n*ggas
Them n*ggas be b*tches you tweak with the guys Imma score

[Verse: Calboy]
Shawty love me because she see me in this foreign car
Lord forgive me I’m relentless
I been breaking hearts
I don't f*ck round with these b*tches, she best play her part
From the trenches
Where we in it yea I carry on
Lil bro tote that mac
You ain't never shot no strap
n*ggas ain't cut like that
n*ggas ain't built like that
50 on me and I squeeze
n*ggas don't kill like that
n*ggas don't drill like that
They ain't even feel like that
Watch a f*ck n*gga run, shoot em in the rib like that
All I get is funds, tell the b*tch I’m in my bag
All I want is guns, Imma lil trapper like that
If he got a problem, he can just hit my jag
[Hook: Calboy]
I woke up this morning thinking about them homicides
Lately I been singing ghetto lullabies
Lord forgive me I been sinning, I know better now
Little b*tch no you cannot fool me, I know better now
Look at that b*tch so cool
Look at my wrist so cool
I just been hustling we was just struggling
My n*ggas slept on the floor
Stack it and flip it then
I had to double it my n*ggas baggin em all
Don’t f*ck with them n*ggas
Them n*ggas be b*tches you tweak with the guys Imma score