Unisex ft. Curt Mo Lyrics

No mission, make it to the gang that I can do myself

Address a nigga by his name, I do UPS

I know bullets don't have names, and they unisex

We had to charge it to the game, they have no UBSs

That's a different type of anger, when the wound is fresh

Once bloodshed, there's more pain there than human flesh

Bullets don't got names, and they unisex

We pull up and leave stains on you, Ruby Red

They tried to put me in the box, but I broke out that shit

I hit the road to make some dough, I had to route that shit

Quick to cut a fake nigga off, I can't allow that shit

I refuse to be around that shit

Shout out homie, he wanna show me it's a cold game

That nigga change teams faster than LeBron James

He once claimed he won the wrist, it was a false claim

Didn't even realize how blind I was to all his flawed ways

No guidance jumped off that porch, I had to learn the game

Being broke wuz a crazy chapter, I had to turn the page

I seen some crazy things, been through some crazy summers

Probably wouldn't have made it through without my crazy brothers

Got a dog who play with crypto, he do scammer numbers

Like my youngins getting off, call them the scammer brothers

I got a dog who play with sticks, like he be chopping lumber

These niggas acting why they rapping, call him Donald Glover

Yeah, yeah

A couple times, niggas tried, but I'm alive and well

If you ain't die, you a survivor from what I could tell

Keepin honor doing crime like trying to climb a hill

You gotta climb it though, no matter what the climate is

You can't be burning niggas that you need to cross a bridge

The bigger they are, the harder they fall, the bigger the coffin is

The glizzy is on me, put it on Dotty, the dot will be lime or red

The killer's my homies if we put a dot on you, all of y'all dropping dead

Yeah, but all I say is just simply painful

Yeah, niggas know I don't got no empathy

Yeah, good lawyers, so they can't sentence me

Yeah, I'm too real for this industry

Yeah, paper too long like a centipede

Yeah, I got energy, get some Hennessy

Yeah, big old chopper, no enemy

Yeah, THC sitting in my lungs

I fuck her good, now shawty sprung

She kissing on my dick with her tongue

No doubt I drip like a sponge

But I still came from the mud

Run up on me, lay him down just like a rug

I was just chilling in the cut with the plug

Nigga run up on me, pop, pop, in the mud

In the mud, yeah, I leave him in the mud

No mission, make it to the gang that I can do myself

address a nigga by his name, I do UPS

I know bullets don't have names and they unisex

We had to charge it to the game and have no UBSs

That's a different type of anger when the wound is fresh

Once bloodshed, there's more pain there than human flesh

Bullets don't got names and they unisex

We pull up and leave stains on you, ruby red

A couple times, niggas tried but I'm alive and well

If you ain't die, you a survivor from what I can tell

Keepin honor doing crime like trying to climb a hill

You gotta climb it though, no matter what the climate is

You can't be burning, niggas, that you need to cross a bridge

The bigger they are, the harder they fall, the bigger the coffin is

The glizzy is on me, put it on Dotty the dot will be lime or red

The killer's my homies if we put a dot on you, all of y'all dropping dead

Bullets don't got names and they unisex