Young M.A. - Friendly Reminder

And I got shooters that'll shoot
When you live by the gun, you live by them rules (this how I'm feelin', man)
If you ever did me wrong, no sympathy for you (let's get it)
Blame what I went through

Soon as I get up out of bed I grab my Glock
Make sure it's cocked
One in the head, I'm paranoid
Wish I was not, wish it would stop
But it won't, can't trust a bitch and fuck an opp
That show I think, that's how I move, that's how I rock (uh)
Shout out my block
Man, we don't respect you, boy, you talk to cops (you talk to cops, rat)
I just bought a brand new Draco, thirty shots (grrt)
Oh, and a mop, and a helicop' (grrt)
That's a chop (grrt)
Extra bullets in my socks just in case it's up (it's up)
Armed and dangerous (huh)
Man, don't play with us (man, don't play with us)
We really rich, y'all really broke, fuck you gon' say to us?
Tell that man come get his bitch, she tryna stay with us (ooh-ooh)
And I'm off that cognac (huh)
Brand new piece got it from Luxe, look how they froze that (VVS)
Still spendin' money from 2016, bet they ain't know that (they ain't know that)
They said I was broke, check my account, fuck am I broke at? Yeah, shnow that
I'm the Big Steppa, the Big Red, the Big head (RedLyfe)
Ten niggas, that's ten glizzy's with ten legs (grrt-grrt-grrt)
Pillow talkin' niggas all in a bitch bed (ho)
Man, don't tell me about no ho, fuck what a bitch said (ho)

Man, y'all be on that he say, she say shit too much
Man, go get a buck (man, go get a buck)
If your money low then get it up (get it up)
Stop all that whinin' shit
Stop all that bitchin' up (pussy)
You wanna be rich or what?
You wanna die broke or live it up?

And I got shooters that'll shoot
When you live by the gun, you live by them rules
If you ever did me wrong, no sympathy for you
Blame what I went through
Fuck love, tough love, that's all I knew
And when they count me out, I count my money too (count it up)
Sippin' on some shit that got my head gone
And if that nigga end up dead
It's probably 'cause he was dead wrong (uh, uh)

Livin' good but still could pull up in that Rari in the hood (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
No body guards, just a couple shooters that will bend ya hood (grrt-grrt, baow)
Mob shit and we ain't never on no star shit
Just parked up with a couple niggas that will park shit (grrt)
Lookin' like a target but I'm cautious (mm-hmm)
We not tryna end your life so don't start shit (no, don't do that)
Big Royce with the stars look like a star ship (ooh, ooh)
.380, lil' baby on me, that's my dog shit (that's my dog)
I'm the Big Don, the Big Pen, the Big Fish (Big Fish)
I'm with ten hitters, that's ten Glocks with ten clips (grrt-grrt)
They claim they real niggas but they got bitch lips
Man, don't tell me about them niggas, they on some simp shit (mm-hmm)

Man, y'all be on that he say, she say shit too much
Man, go get a buck (man, go get a buck)
If your money low then get it up (get it up)
Stop all that whinin' shit
Stop all that bitchin' up (pussy)
You wanna be rich or what? (Mm-hmm)
You wanna die broke or live it up?

And I got shooters that'll shoot
When you live by the gun, you live by them rules
If you ever did me wrong, no sympathy for you
Blame what I went through
Fuck love, tough love, that's all I knew
And when they count me out, I count my money too (count it up)
Sippin' on some shit that got my head gone
And if that nigga end up dead
It's probably 'cause he was dead wrong

Written by:
Katorah Marrero

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