Gon Make It Better lyrics

[Intro: Bouba Savage]
(N-N-N-N-Narline)
R.I.P. Diddy, n*gga

[Chorus: Bouba Savage & Sha EK]
Before this rap sh*t, I was on the train (Real sh*t)
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't care for the fame (No cap)
I like the way this one b*tch give me brain (On bro)
I love my guys, I can't switch on the gang (Love my n*ggas)
R.I.P. Zelly, for him, we gon' bang (R.I.P.)
Rainy days on our block been forever (Nah, nah)
I told my mother, "I'm gon' make it—"
I told my mother, "I'm gon' make it better" (Real sh*t)
Told EK I love him forever (Love you, n*gga)
When it get real, I'ma shoot through the sweater (On bro)
No cap, I'ma get it together (I'ma get it)
No clothеs, I was wearin' two sweaters (Nah, nah)
Free CJ Goon, I'ma sеnd him a letter (Free brother, n*gga)
sh*t get me mad, we 'posed to be together (Miss you, n*gga)
"Kidnap Who," b*tch, we did that together (Real sh*t)
sh*t not forever, we gon' make it better (Uh-huh, nah, nah)

[Verse 1: Sha EK]
I'ma say it again, this sh*t deeper than rap (Word)
All of my n*ggas got snapped
They was tryna leave an opper n*gga flat
Now I gotta talk to PJ through the 'ject
He like, "EK, you better not lack
Once they push up, you better let it clap" (Baow, baow, baow)
Like damn, this sh*t be wack
Go blam, go make a pack
We don't care 'bout no views 'cause we really get money
n*ggas be hoppin' sh*t just like a bunny
I be so high, dump when I'm smokin' on Dummy
I know it's fake when they tell me they love me
Countin' P, but they don't know I did that sh*t, count me
Sippin' on Wock', can't lack off that muddy
I got more estate than you and you older, lil' n*gga, you better not sell me
[Verse 2: Bouba Savage]
On gang, how many b*tches I f*cked?
Like, how many b*tches got smacked? (Real sh*t)
Word to my mother, I'm clutch (Word to my dead)
Some of these b*tches be sayin' I'm young
Some of these b*tches be throwin' me (Lil' kid)
I told that b*tch to get low with me (Come here)
She so freaky, but she a lil' hoe (Get that sh*t up)
I'ma nut on her mouth, I'ma throw her (Yeah)

[Verse 3: Sha EK]
b*tch, I f*cked her, she tryna be on the phone
b*tches be losin' me, they just get hit (Like what?)
I never wanted you, baby, don't trip
You was just fat, so I gave you this di*k
How your brother just died? b*tch, he restin' in p*ss (Dummy)
I'm really on that
I went and spinned that block two, three times
The first time I ever got touched at (Don't run)

[Chorus: Bouba Savage]
Before this rap sh*t, I was on the train (Real sh*t)
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't care for the fame (No cap)
I like the way this one b*tch give me brain (On bro)
I love my guys, I can't switch on the gang (Love my n*ggas)
R.I.P. Zelly, for him, we gon' bang (R.I.P.)
Rainy days on our block been forever (Nah, nah)
I told my mother, "I'm gon' make it—"
I told my mother, "I'm gon' make it better" (Real sh*t)
Told EK I love him forever (Love you, n*gga)
When it get real, I'ma shoot through the sweater (On bro)
No cap, I'ma get it together (I'ma get it)
No clothes, I was wearin' two sweaters (Nah, nah)
Free CJ Goon, I'ma send him a letter (Free brother, n*gga)
sh*t get me mad, we 'posed to be together (Miss you, n*gga)
"Kidnap Who," b*tch, we did that together (Real sh*t)
sh*t not forever, we gon' make it better (Nah, nah)
[Outro: Sha EK]
Gang, gang, gang
OGz the f*ck up
Uh-huh
Everything dead, gotta stand on that sh*t