Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Never, artist - TecDate of issue: 13.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Never |
| Bitch, you know I can’t leave, ho |
| Ho, you know I can’t leave, ho |
| Can’t never ever leave, ho |
| And I’ll never let the streets go |
| Man, I really miss my niggas, feel like CeeLo |
| And we keep them hammers with us, Home Depot |
| No matter what, I’ll never tell, I ain’t Nino, aw nah |
| Still keep a weapon when I’m runnin' 'round |
| Chopper make a thunder sound, if he fall, run him down |
| I swear to God, I’m a legend in my stomping ground |
| Better have a rod, nigga catch you in my stomping ground |
| Better have a rod up in that 30, in that section |
| We’ll murder any second, Glock-30, 357 |
| Could take the TEC but I look better with the MAC-10 |
| I know you heard about us steppin' like we tap dance |
| And your lil flipper let me rip her 'cause my accent |
| Told her I’m really tryna dick her, fuck a lap dance |
| And we got them straps in this bitch like it’s Pakistan |
| And the packs all tan, fuck the tax y’all payin' |
| I been gettin' it kind of cheap, feel like Meech or like Meek |
| Oh, y’all thought that I was finished? |
| Bitch, I’m still tryna eat |
| I just signed my deal but I’m still in them streets |
| Rest in peace Zoe Rella, why they steal him from me? |
| And I’ll never let the streets go |
| Man, I really miss my niggas, feel like CeeLo |
| And we keep them hammers with us, Home Depot |
| No matter what, I’ll never tell, I ain’t Nino, aw nah |
| Still keep a weapon when I’m runnin' 'round |
| Chopper make a thunder sound, if he fall, run him down |
| I swear to God, I’m a legend in my stomping ground |
| Better have a rod, nigga catch you in my stomping ground |
| Young nigga died with a gun in hand |
| Mission undercover, she’ll never see her son again |
| Got one in the coupe, and play, I’m shootin', I ain’t fumblin' |
| Chewin' Xans, tootin' sand, hooligans, I’m the one with you to the can |
| Now what you know 'bout hittin' that Ruger dance? |
| Put that tooly on your shooter, he won’t shoot again |
| Taught you that, bitch, shoot off his fingers, now he can’t use his hands |
| Bullets goin' through that man, at the funeral, can’t view that man |
| Casket closed, passed his soul to the hells or high power |
| I’ll never die a coward, shootout last the whole hour |
| It’s a lot of gunpowder in the air |
| Bullet shower, lot of shells, smoke cleared and guess who was still there? |
| And I’ll never let the streets go |
| Man, I really miss my niggas, feel like CeeLo |
| And we keep them hammers with us, Home Depot |
| No matter what, I’ll never tell, I ain’t Nino, aw nah |
| Still keep a weapon when I’m runnin' 'round |
| Chopper make a thunder sound, if he fall, run him down |
| I swear to God, I’m a legend in my stomping ground |
| Better have a rod, nigga catch you in my stomping ground |
| So much pain, so much trauma, bumpin' Trill Fam Youngin |
| We get real trap money, you can be a crash dummy |
| Try to rob, it’s on my side, and I will whack somethin' |
| I swear to God that I will whack somethin', Luwhop |