On fait pas ça (feat. Lil Durk) - Lacrim

Ouais, poto, ça s'fait pas (-s'fait pas) Ouais, poto, ça s'fait pas (-s'fait pas) Ouais, poto, ça s'fait pas (-s'fait pas) Ouais, poto, ça s'fait pas (-s'fait pas) Vol de vie, j'm'affole, j'fais du son, j'm'envole Ton ennemi rafalé, faut que tu cavales Trahis par ta folle, gros, elle donne ton adresse aux voyous On s'connaît pas, t'es R, boy, Hasta La Muerte, d'mande à You Ghetto, c'est l'son qui sort du ghetto, avec les schmitts dans le rétro' Pendant qu'j'roule un p'tit bédo, j'sais même plus à quoi ressemble le métro Bastos dans la têto, on est revenu faire la déco' Tu dis qu'tu sors les métaux, nous, on sait qu't'es un gros mytho De quoi sera fait demain, ça, je ne sais pas T'avais tout entre tes mains mais ça, tu l'savais pas Personne trouve son chemin, tout l'monde se sépare Tu zappes tes frères pour une tchoin, poto, ça s'fait pas Ouais, poto, ça s'fait pas (poto, ça s'fait pas) Ouais, poto, ça s'fait pas (poto, ça s'fait pas) Ouais, poto, ça s'fait pas (poto, ça s'fait pas) Ouais, poto, ça s'fait pas (poto, ça s'fait pas) L'œil de sonne-per, moi, j'vais où j'veux dans la ville Moi, des fois, j'suis seul, frère, mais je repense à ma vie Envieux, jaloux, sers pas la main, t'es chelou Tu t'rappelles, c'est nous, Ju-Ju-Jul, Mister You Ghetto, c'est l'son qui sort du ghetto, avec les schmitts dans le rétro' Pendant qu'j'roule un p'tit bédo, j'sais même plus à quoi ressemble le métro Bastos dans la têto, on est revenu faire la déco' Tu dis qu'tu sors les métaux, nous, on sait qu't'es un gros mytho De quoi sera fait demain, ça, je ne sais pas T'avais tout entre tes mains mais ça, tu l'savais pas Personne trouve son chemin, tout l'monde se sépare Tu zappes tes frères pour une tchoin, poto, ça s'fait pas Ouais, poto, ça s'fait pas (poto, ça s'fait pas) Ouais, poto, ça s'fait pas (poto, ça s'fait pas) Ouais, poto, ça s'fait pas (poto, ça s'fait pas) Ouais, poto, ça s'fait pas (poto, ça s'fait pas) Pa-pa-pa-la-la-la-la, pa-pa-pa Pa-pa-pa-la-la-la-la, pa-pa-pa Counia manmanw, réfléchis avant d'parler Et y en a marre, de s'les farcir toute l'année Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Ghetto, c'est l'son qui sort du ghetto, avec les schmitts dans le rétro' Pendant qu'j'roule un p'tit bédo, j'sais même plus à quoi ressemble le métro Bastos dans la têto, on est revenu faire la déco' Tu dis qu'tu sors les métaux, nous, on sait qu't'es un gros mytho De quoi sera fait demain, ça, je ne sais pas T'avais tout entre tes mains mais ça, tu l'savais pas Personne trouve son chemin, tout l'monde se sépare Tu zappes tes frères pour une tchoin, poto, ça s'fait pas Ya-ya-ya-yah, ya-ya-ya-yah Ya-ya-ya-yah, ya-ya-ya-yah Ouh, ouh, ouh, ouh, ouh, ouh Ouh, ouh, ouh, ouh, ouh, ouh Ouh, ouh, ouh, ouh, ouh, ouh Ouh, ouh, ouh, ouh, ouh, ouh

I'm from Libby City (across the bridge) Nah, bitch, I ain't from South Beach, I raised me Bitch, my mama was in the streets (yeah), no co-d (no) I ain't no rat, I'on know a thing, my homie (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) still had to eat off that scamming thing I know some niggas toting .40's like they ID's I know some bitches getting purses off her ID's I got my city on lock and the master key Pussy so good, make him say "Uh", this that Master P Gun sling, you know we raised on the concrete I know one thing, we from the trenches, not the palm street (yeah) Codeine, I'm sipping lean for the protein Ain't no co-defendant, slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah) Gun sling, you know we raised on the concrete I know one thing, we from the trenches, not the palm street (yeah) Codeine, I'm sipping lean for the protein Ain't no co-defendant, slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah) Uh, I'm from Opa-Locka, home of the choppers City Girls, Summer, JT, that's my partner (city) I'm a day bitch, Brown Subs to the Scotts (period) Lil' pretty bitch, but them killers from the lots will slide for me (du, du, du) I got some bitches and some niggas that'll bust for me (boo, boo, boo) So don't fuck with me Y'all bum niggas, caught me lacking, hit the wagon up Now the hood looking for 'em 'bout to body bag 'em up (my niggas) Gun sling, you know we raised on the concrete I know one thing, we from the trenches, not the palm street (yeah) Codeine, I'm sipping lean for the protein Ain't no co-defendant, slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah) Gun sling, you know we raised on the concrete I know one thing, we from the trenches, not the palm street (yeah) Codeine, I'm sipping lean for the protein Ain't no co-defendant, slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah) Man, I came up from the bottom, that's why I'm talking cash shit Man, I went in my mama purse and I had got my ass kicked Let a nigga see his kids, you going out like a sad bitch You look better than your kids, and you got your ass did I don't be telling them niggas I love they ass no more 'cause I don't force it (no) I just put the label check inside the streets, so go and avoid it Ever since I call myself the voice, I'm starting to hear some voices And they told you ass to tell, and you did, you had a choice Gun sling, you know we raised on the concrete I know one thing, we from the trenches, not the palm street (yeah) Codeine, I'm sipping lean for the protein Ain't no co-defendant, slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah) I tilt my hats to real niggas who been real with it I know you love the streets to death, just don't be killed in it I brought the Crush, not for no drank, I put my pills in it Can't nobody tell us shit, you gotta deal with it Gun sling

Gang, Yeah, HopOutGang, JumpOutGang Money got me super tripping bitch Balmain super different bitch Since a kid I been that nigga bitch She ain't mad she that nigga bitch Glock 40 run up and get hit Turn up on em, Foe'Nem be lit Miss a shot, bend a block through they shit Hood love em we ain't tweaking shit Point Em out Foe'Nem T up on em You came with nothing Foe'Nem T up on em Yo ass stuntin Foe'Nem T up on em Yo ass a lame Foe'Nem T up on em Shooter shoot the shooter, you could meet the rugga Foe'Nem take his noodles, we only ate 10 noodles Member struggling stupid, we was never stupid D-Light going crazy, yeah yeah yeah Niggas tried to kill me, pussy you ain't there Niggas said we kidding, you was never there You was making store, I was making bail Niggas smoking blunt I was breaking L Never took a loss, I was repping L's Smoking Tooka blunt, Smoking Shondale Have a 40 on me, Opp been tryna kill I can't go like that, I ain't bro like that Rest in peace Nooski, why they score like that 40 city shit, I could tour like that Rap money turn it into trap Shoot Em up Gang, I be into that Drive-By Gang, I be into that I be in the streets while you internet, L Can't post up cause they'll ride on me Before the fame had the Mac on me Please try me, welcome mat on me (come here) Money got me super tripping bitch Balmain super different bitch Since a kid I been that nigga bitch She ain't mad she that nigga bitch Glock 40 run up and get hit Turn up on em, Foe'Nem be lit Miss a shot, bend a block through they shit Hood love em we ain't tweaking shit Point Em out Foe'Nem T up on em You came with nothing Foe'Nem T up on em Yo ass stuntin Foe'Nem T up on em Yo ass a lame Foe'Nem T up on em Robbers rob the robber, nigga ima problem Always kept a lama put it on my momma Foe'Nem with the drama, father god I'm drop em Only reason not, pussy he a tell Only is he live, mean he gotta go Catch him off in traffic, pussy better blow We gon change the score, he gon be a post Niggas gon be gone, while we do the most Streets say I done went Hollywood Bitch i'm OG Bobby Johnson Good If it was me, bitch you probably would Rapping all about the gang shit Last time you was in the hood, huh? (Answer that) When the last time you was in the hood? Pussy I'm a B.O.N nigga, I don't fuck with none of you niggas Shoot a nigga in his shit, cuff a nigga face up Bitch you wanna talk shit, in the trap I bake some Niggas talk about robbing, bitch ain't never take none Money got me super tripping bitch Balmain super different bitch Since a kid I been that nigga bitch She ain't mad she that nigga bitch Glock 40 run up and get hit Turn up on em, Foe'Nem be lit Miss a shot, bend a block through they shit Hood love em we ain't tweaking shit Point Em out Foe'Nem T up on em You came with nothing Foe'Nem T up on em Yo ass stuntin Foe'Nem T up on em Yo ass a lame Foe'Nem T up on em