Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Family, artist - 98s. Date of issue: 24.09.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |