Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Aftermath, artist - PnB Rock. Album song RNB3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 29.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Aftermath |
| Hey |
| Lately I been on my fuckin' shit |
| It’s no competition who fuckin' with me |
| This rap shit, I run it, I’m blowin' this money |
| These fifties and hunnids ain’t nothin' to me |
| I want the royalty, I want the loyalty |
| Puttin' up money for lawyer fees |
| 'Cause I know me, man, I got a bad temper |
| Put one these rap niggas right in a blender |
| PnB: I’m who they’ll always remember |
| 'Cause I be killin' shit, I spit that realest shit |
| 'Cause I done did this shit, I’m on that different shit |
| Copyright all my shit, these niggas stealing shit |
| I been feelin' like 2Pac and shit |
| All eyes on me, yeah they watchin' shit |
| Study my moves, tryna see what I know |
| Like, «How the fuck he get so poppin' quick?» |
| Got a lot of shit that’s on my mind |
| Got a lot of shit that’s on my plate |
| Gotta feed the fam, gotta feed the hood |
| So I’m up and down that interstate |
| Doing shows, havin' different meetings |
| In the studio, I been barely sleepin' |
| Smokin' all this dope, I been barely eatin' |
| In a different city every fuckin' weekend |
| Hey |
| I’m your favorite rapper’s favorite rapper |
| I go in the booth and make it happen |
| It’s amazing how this shit just happens |
| Finesse the track without no fuckin' practice |
| Lately I get in the booth and I cook up a hit |
| I’m rollin', I really can’t miss |
| These bitches, they all on my dick 'cause they know that I’m 'bout to be rich |
| I’m 'bout to be rich ('bout to be rich, hey) |
| Blowin' money on stupid shit |
| Me and my niggas strapped up in the rag top |
| But we all on that ruthless shit |
| Bitches, I’m pickin' and choosin' shit |
| I’m hittin' bitches in twos and shit |
| I swear my life on some movie shit |
| 'Bout to call Chop up to shoot this shit, damn |
| Hey Chop, get the mo’fuckin' camera ready, nigga. |
| Let’s make a mo’fuckin' movie, |
| nigga. |
| Movie time. |
| Where my dope at nigga? |
| I might get high, let’s do this |
| shit |
| Hey |
| Cash rules everything around me |
| So you know I keep that thing around me |
| Real niggas, yeah, they stay around me |
| Fuck niggas, stay the fuck from 'round me |
| Hey, I’m 'bout to go to Miami |
| Hey, cop a new lay for the Grammys |
| Hey, I’m cashin' out with my family |
| Hey, fuck you, you ain’t with the family |
| When I come through, better cuff your bitch |
| 'Cause I’m the type of nigga that’ll fuck your bitch |
| Sing to the pussy, do my thing to the pussy |
| And we can get into some other shit |
| Got guns, got clips, you ain’t duckin' shit |
| This for all the pussy niggas on that selfish shit |
| Goddamn lil' homie, why you love the bitch? |
| You gon' die for the pussy? |
| Well, fuck it then |
| Shot got the MAC with the rubber grip |
| That mean it ain’t no more rumblin' |
| He gon' come through and start cuttin' shit |
| Plus we got Kev in the cut and shit |
| Damn! |