Lyrics Family - 98s, V9, AlChubbino

Family

Bring it closer though
Jimmy, bring it closer
Jimmy, bring it closer (Lauky Beatz)
Man, I’m out here on these streets, man, I’m out here wyling
I’m with the young bloods and we’re paper chasing
Mm, ayy come here
If it gets peak, can’t mission abort (Nope)
Spin this car, let’s grab some corn (Ayy, spin that)
Opp block, let it roar
Lost the war, he got bored (Splash)
Tripped up,
How’s your life?
I don’t know (I'on know)
Was it bad?
Leave me alone
If you ain’t gang, don’t call my phone (Don't do it)
I’m insane, dish out shells (Baow, baow)
Give man hell, fucking hell (Uh-uh)
Who got chinged?
I can’t tell (Nope)
Got the drop, he got impaled (Splash)
We got shells, proper bells (Mm-mm)
Can’t you tell?
We do shit (Baow)
And not tell
Them man chatty like some girls, fucking hell (Some gems)
She like me 'cause I’m road (Road)
I fell in love with the rules (Rules)
I turned one into two (Two)
I fell in love with my tool (Tool)
I turned one into three (Three)
I fell in love with the fiends (Fiends)
I turn a nine to half a B
Coulda put a boy on the tee (Tee)
Microwave 'cause I’m lazy (Lazy)
Quick from the baby (Baby)
Fuck them man, they love raving
A man put splash on the pavement
Come back your boy, you done left him (Left him)
I might put a splash on your bredrin
Gas stove, I’m amazing
I just put a splash on my apron
This ain’t a gang (This ain’t a gang)
This is a family
Bad one wanna get to know the crew (She wan' know)
She wan' flex, she wan' hang (Tally)
On stage, didn’t need no bally
Just my khaki and my rammy (Uh)
Yo V, swing the caddy (Ayy, swing that)
Just cool, my guy’s too angry (Ah, man)
Juice on tops, red like cranberry (Drenched)
My man’s wet, he’s a fanny
Just lined four dots up in the alley
Little bro gon' hit them so casually (Flyin' 'em)
Two cakes on me (Two cakes)
No way can I drive my whip (No way)
So I’ma just call up a cabbie
Goin' past East when he cuttin' through
We look familiar (We look familiar)
Bitch, I’m the man (Man, man)
I look familiar (I look familiar)
She wanna hang (Hang, hang)
I know she feeling us (I know she feeling us)
We smoking the opps (Opps, opps)
Baby girl, bill it up (Baby girl, bill it up)
Fifteen, I bought my first pole (Pole)
Shoulda spend my dough on
I’m addicted to the pros (Pros)
And she just wanna tally, woah (Woah)
But she gon' have to hold this hammer
I’m a gentlemanly gangster
Your man is not a real trapper (No, no)
And he don’t make more than my bagger
Hit the Wray and I’ma stagger (Tally)
She a tally, I’ma slap her (Baow)
I ain’t stopping for the X5's (Oh, no)
'Cause black lives really matter (They really do)
Fuck the opps, them man are cappers (Cappers)
I’m a rockstar not a rapper (Tally)
I’m a twelve gauge double tapper (Baow)
I’m a fully auto trigger basher
98, lemonade shit (Slatt)
Hop out and move crazy (Baow, baow)
I can talk about paigons (I can)
'Cause I leave man slumped on the pavements (I do)
Grip, it I ain’t playing (Nope)
It’s Nintendo, man start spraying (Ayy)
This car come far, a fuego (Skrrt)
See you later, hasta luego (I'm gone)
Bad B wan' suck and fuck, tally (Ayy), I love big bum
Double S (Double S), then I cut (Ayy)
I can’t stay, must be dumb (Nope)
Pullin' back like «Yagga (Ayy, come here)
Come taste this dagger"(Splash, splash)
Leave him red like Santa
98 gang pull up, do the mazza
Fuck them man, they’re not built right (Built right)
Rap, trap and I drill right (Drill right)
Deep thoughts, I wan' spill mine (Spill mine)
Fucked the whip up the first time (First time)
Drop the white like the milkman
They’re not bad, they don’t know brave (Know brave)
I run man down in my Colgates (Colgates)
I take man’s girl, I got no game
Kept my shank with me the whole day (Whole day)
I’m too bait, I can’t show face (Show face)
I wet man up and his
You step wrong, I step different (Different)
I need patience when I’m fishing (Fishing)
I need space, I need distance (Distance)
Know my face, I’m consistent
They know the place they went missing (Missing)
If I wanna buck my guys in the eight (My guys, my guys)
I gotta cut through the eight (No)
Oh shit, man, I swear that’s jakes
They pree man’s plate, I check their names (Oh, shit)
And don’t get caught with your gyal (Don't do it)
Too bad, don’t care if she’s sweet (Too bad)
And it’s long if you buck into gang (It's long)
Pull up your pants with your boys and skeet (Best run)
And I laugh when big man cut
Scraping up cars, what a mug (Ah, man)
Packed out whips, few waps up
Petty on E, what the fuck?
(What the bumba?)
Jakes at my door in suits and stuff
Tellin' Mum some gruesome stuff
Really I should bake with the sweetest one
Instead, I’m outside with this phone and grub (Trap)
Sniffer wants a full of bine, niggas know I keep mine (Niggas know I keep mine)
Take precaution when you ride, leave rebelling on your mind (Leave rebelling on
your mind)
Take the clip out the MAC, put it in a Glock .9 (Twenty-five)
I’m a problem for the opps, I can put that on my life (I can put that on my
life)
I can’t stall for the feds (Don't stall), I’m on the back of the ped
Two waps on the bev, trip up and you’re dead
I can’t lack on the curb (No way), fifty cal, she a bird
When the gang mash work, you might end up on a shirt