Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 38 Sides, artist - NoCap. Date of issue: 02.04.2021
Song language: English
38 Sides |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ooh |
| Ayy, ayy |
| Things just ain’t the same, I |
| Forever gon' bang with the same side |
| Had on my Rolex and chain my last time sliding |
| I know this her first and last time riding |
| Ride through the hood with a hood nigga |
| Leave the bank and drop it off with my grave digger |
| I came from out the streets but I’m a rockstar |
| I dirtied up a stick and went and bought another guitar |
| She gon' come with me to cap, I told her uh-uh |
| Richer than all my family misfit |
| Me and DDawg in middle school planning on stepping on shit |
| Young nigga without no screws, I’m known to break in your shit |
| I plan on facing a bitch after you taking my lick |
| Full of Xans in a cop car |
| Glock in my pants, stay with my green flag, I’ma die hard |
| Assassination lifestyle, they don’t try hard |
| Bro card tryna see how I’m gon' play my cards |
| Took my chain and I hop out behind my boys |
| Things just ain’t the sam, I |
| Forever gon' bang with the sam side |
| Had on my Rolex and chain my last time sliding |
| I know this her first and last time riding |
| Ride through the hood with a hood nigga |
| Leave the bank and drop it off with my grave digger |
| I came from out the streets but I’m a rockstar |
| I dirtied up a stick and went and bought another guitar |
| He ugly, pull up busting, who the fuck died? |
| be some killing without killing |
| Owed my family blood |
| Jeff with Almighty Black P where I start learning my history |
| Had a false claim, asked the teacher, I got it off and took seriously |
| One nigga crying, one nigga smiling, that’s how I look in the mirror |
| Ayy, that broke shit like a virus, niggas don’t wanna come near it |
| Hellcat switching lanes, drive this bitch just like a Cherokee |
| Sunday finna change, I just bought that ho some Tiffany |
| No, I’m not a rapper, I’m just talking with some melody |
| Ain’t talking on no Apple phone, police tryna bury me |
| Push to start how I drive my car, that bitch be scared of me |
| Bad bitch and she from the A, I had to let her be |
| They know that I’ma ball, quick to roll, call it Lou Will |
| but I’ma stil get these dollar bills |
| I still don’t know how to live, I been alive for twenty-one years |
| Sitting in the back of that Ghost, I’m tryna disappear |
| Ayy, tell them if they gon' kill me, don’t kill me at the crib |
| I do not fear y’all, I’m still rocking Fear of God |
| The streets not feeling y’all, my body full of fentanyl |
| They downloading hate, was gone before it installed |
| Full of tabs in a cop car |
| Glock in my pants, stay with my green flag, I’ma die hard |
| Assassination lifestyle, they don’t try hard |
| Bro card tryna see how I’m gon' play my cards |
| Took my chain and I hop out behind my boys |
| Things just ain’t the same, I |
| Forever gon' bang with the same side |
| Had on my Rolex and chain my last time sliding |
| I know this her first and last time riding |
| Ride through the hood with a hood nigga |
| Leave the bank and drop it off with my grave digger |
| I came from out the streets but I’m a rockstar |
| I dirtied up a stick and went and bought another guitar |