Sins after sins ft. Fella Lyrics

I got myself my usual crazy

Big ass stick that I be clutchin', can't get caught up

That same face that you be muggin', we gon' doubt it

And now the camera all awake and say I'm proud of it

Don't try to get up in my way or I'ma pop a bitch

It's sins after sins that I wouldn't do that shit again

I throw mack milk per ticket and my zone, I'm lockin' in

These niggas wanna be friends but I ain't there unless it's heads

My pockets full of bands and your bitch long enough

But hold on wait, I'm feel like fuck it

Every day puttin' my life on the line, neglectin' my past

You know I be clutchin

Had a dream I was thumbin' through waters

Thumbin' through money, keep spendin' till you bitches get it

For my bros who dropped in detention

For them hoes you under attention

Brothers careful we get in the business

And when we spend you finish, I'm in this shit to win it

I don't really buy my business, these niggas be pretendin

Big ass stick that I be clutchin', can't get caught up

That same face that you be muggin', we gon' doubt it

And now the camera all awake and say I'm proud of it

Don't try to get up in my way or I'ma pop a bitch

Sins after sins, said I wouldn't do that shit again

I throw back mail per ten, get in my zone, I'm lockin' in

These niggas wanna be friends but I ain't there unless it's heads

My pockets full of bands and your bitch long enough

I'm the shit, lil' bitch, that's why she on my dick and shit

I've been gettin' to the bag, it's so ridiculous

Go blow a bag with a smile, I ain't trippin', bitch

And I ain't trickin', shit, no, I ain't trickin', shit

He the homie, I get him right for the right price

It could be a night and this bitch gon' have a nice night

We was at the trap pullin' flights, talkin' all night

Get into the bag, taste was comin', they was all white

Dog food, dog food, you know I got dog food

Coke too, then I got that weed, I serve you

We was gettin' the men from the plug, we don't play games

I can show you how to move a whole brick of cocaine

Big, ass stick that I be clutchin', can't get caught up

The same face that you be muggin', we gon' die with it

Ayy, another came along, wake up, say I'm proud of it

Don't try to get up in my way or I'ma pop a bitch

Sins after sins, said I wouldn't do that shit again

I throw back mail per ten, get in my zone, I'm lockin' in

These niggas wanna be friends, but I ain't there unless this ends

My pockets full of bands and your bitch long enough

My pockets full of bands and your bitch long enough