disciples

Quavo

This year, I can t play with y all niggas
I m just sayin (Nah)
I just had my heart froze and now I close my hand (Close)
I ain t got nothin to give
niggas out here playin (Playin )
I know it s been some years
but now I m takin Xans (Pop it, pop it)
All tears for my mans (Tears)
Wipe my eyes, then start layin (Wipe it)
Don t be talkin , somebody watchin (Shh)
Get off the phone, somebody clockin what we doin
Somebody hop in the whip, let s slide (Skrrt, skrrt)
Ain t no demon, we disciples ( Ciples)
Malcolm had a rifle, had to roll up
in some bible paper (Yeah, brr)
That s my bitch, I told her Suck it later
(Call you back, call you back)
We got some shit we got to handle, baby
(Handle that, handle that)
If you ain t his Unc
I don t expect you to say shit (Fuck you, fuck you, nigga)
I ma shoot my shot, if I get my chance
I take it (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Ain t no Muslim, I need all the bacon (I need all the cash)
I ma trap right here
til the block gets vacant (Uh, uh, the blue)

Now it turned into survival (Survive)
I don t trust nothin but my family and my rifle (Nothin )
I ain t payin attention to nobody but my rivals (Nope)
I ain t know I had that many bosses in my iPhone (Brr, brr)
Huh, huh, please don t tell on me, no way, holmes (No way)
Huh, huh, I ma always find you a way home (Swear)
I got a big old bag, I gotta keep a bag of that dog shit
Dirty money, wash my hands
with dirty money and wash it clean
Everybody know I m gon ignite
the way them birds sing (Brr)
Preachin nothin violence
with my gun Huncho Luther King (Woo)
What you wanna be, you wanna be a gangster or a chief?
Long as I live and I breathe
you can t take my seat (Huncho)

This year, I can t play with y all niggas
I m just sayin (Nah)
I just had my heart froze and now I close my hand (Close)
I ain t got nothin to give
niggas out here playin (Playin )
I know it s been some years
but now I m takin Xans (Pop it, pop it)
All tears for my mans (Tears)
Wipe my eyes, then start layin (Wipe it)
Don t be talkin , somebody watchin (Shh)
Get off the phone, somebody clockin what we doin
Somebody hop in the whip, let s slide (Skrrt, skrrt)
Ain t no demon, we disciples ( Ciples)
Malcolm had a rifle, had to roll up
in some bible paper (Yeah, brr)
That s my bitch, I told her Suck it later
(Call you back, call you back)
We got some shit we got to handle, baby (Yeah)

(M-M-M-Murda) Hello?
Yo, what s up?
Man, I don t even feel like talkin right now, man
I don t like talkin bout that shit on the phone