n*gga Please lyrics

[Chorus: Yung Mal]
Everything don't be what it seems
You think you be loved but they say you a dream
So I grab that fire when I leave
Steady rollin' up cookie, I'm pouring up lean
You can get her back, she wasn't nothin' but a squeeze
I'ma drop the top, wanna catch me a breeze
Say I'm going broke, n*gga please
I count the backend and I leave (count up)
You say I'm going broke, n*gga please
You say that's your ho, n*gga please
I had that ho on her knees, she let me hit it for free
She gave Lil Quill the keys
You don't want no smoke, n*gga please
Air that sh*t out and we leave, carbons and two twenty-threes
They cannot help 'em to breathe, we left 'em dead on the scene

[Verse 1: Lil Quill]
We left it wet on the scene, gone, flooded
Got your ho whip, I just picked up her buddy
Stack up two cups and I pour up some muddy
Stack up some racks then I stack up the luggage
You do the numbers, thumb, fast way
We love it, stacks in my jeans got my sh*t lookin' chubby
They didn't f*ck with me back when sh*t was ugly
Got n*ggas pull up with machines and the skully
Call me a few, roll up 'bout two
Catch me a feature, I make 'em buy two
Catch me a flight, I'ma leave about two
On the way to the money, I don't know about you
Get in the coupe, I'ma drop out the roof
And my young n*gga ride with me, know they gon' shoot
And I still got that fire when I'm inside the booth
I ain't telling no lie, all the sh*t right here true
[Chorus: Yung Mal]
Everything don't be what it seems
You think you be loved but they say you a dream
So I grab that fire when I leave
Steady rollin' up cookie, I'm pouring up lean
You can get her back, she wasn't nothin' but a squeeze
I'ma drop the top, wanna catch me a breeze
Say I'm going broke, n*gga please
I count the backend and I leave (count up)
You say I'm going broke, n*gga please
You say that's your ho, n*gga please
I had that ho on her knees, she let me hit it for free
She gave Lil Quill the keys
You don't want no smoke, n*gga please
Air that sh*t out and we leave, carbons and two twenty-threes
They cannot help 'em to breathe, we left 'em dead on the scene

[Verse 2: Yung Mal]
He was already dead when they came on the scene
Fah-fah-fah-fah, hundred round come out that two twenty-three
Air that sh*t out, made them folks call the cops
Yeah I grab that fire when I leave
I stay clutching that sh*t, I be ready for opps
The b*tch she ain't none' but a squeeze
Get some head from the b*tch, give her back to the block
Pour me a four, had to double the cup
I'm smoking on cookie, it came by the jar
n*gga where you was at, I was trappin' the cut
I was gettin' that sh*t off, I wasn't asking for nothin'
I get paid for this sh*t, I don't do it for fun
If it ain't 'bout them racks, you know I'm not stuntin'
You don't ride for your brother, you ain't one hundred
You think you be loved but they hate on they conscious
[Chorus: Yung Mal]
Everything don't be what it seems
You think you be loved but they say you a dream
So I grab that fire when I leave
Steady rollin' up cookie, I'm pouring up lean
You can get her back, she wasn't nothin' but a squeeze
I'ma drop the top, wanna catch me a breeze
Say I'm going broke, n*gga please
I count the backend and I leave (count up)
You say I'm going broke, n*gga please
You say that's your ho, n*gga please
I had that ho on her knees, she let me hit it for free
She gave Lil Quill the keys
You don't want no smoke, n*gga please
Air that sh*t out and we leave, carbons and two twenty-threes
They cannot help 'em to breathe, we left 'em dead on the scene