After That Lyrics

After That Lyrics

Nigga got hit in his sh*t and I got rich after that
All these b**ches they ain't never get no get back for that
150 killas with me whips tinted back to back
Lambo like 50 grand then I'm getting out the 'raq
When they shot my lil' brother we was spinning after that
Ran up 10 hats in one Summer know we winning after that
Got us ducking undercovers, niggas b**ches and they rats
Hit a nigga with his brother
After that we want another

Don't get whacked 'bout chit chatting and pillow talking under covers
Split his ass like Kit Kats, he get caught walking under them gutters
Half a million to the lawyers, we got patience with each other
Dead broke investigation in that station and he stutter
Hoes scandalous I don't trust her
Talk too fast, she got a ass and this b**ch bad but I don't love her
Got a bag but I won't cuff her
She can't never get my time and she can't ride with me in public
80% these hoes trash my b**ch nag but she ain't f**king
I ain't goin' out like no sucker, I'm in my bag, I'm in my duffle
A lot of you niggas was the ones then went out bad like David Ruffin
A lot of you niggas was my sons until I had sons and now you ain't nothin'
Went to war, we let off guns I got home blood all on my brothers

Nigga got hit in his sh*t and I got rich after that
All these b**ches they ain't never get no get back for that
150 killas with me whips tinted back to back
Lambo like 50 grand then I'm getting out the 'raq
When they shot my lil' brother we was spinning after that
Ran up 10 hats in one summer know we winning after that
Got us ducking undercovers, niggas b**ches and they rats
Hit a nigga with his brother
After that we want another

Just for Cap we throw up B's that's how we bleeding for my brother
And for Max we throw up C's, ain't none but G's out the gutter
Ran through sacks I'm having G's
I got that cheese like some rubber
Where I'm from ain't none, but hustlers
Get this sh*t straight off the muscle
On my street ain't none but killers
I got shooters like the Rucker
Why you think they yelling "Drench em!"
Those some shooting motherf**kers
Ask the city bout No Limit, we some shooting motherf**kers
I'm just trying to to get richer, they keep shooting motherf**kers
I was stuck in the trenches now my ice hittin' and my life litter
Rap niggas get rich off suckin' dick, they act just like b**ches
Reason you don't see me in no pics cause I don't like niggas
Twinkle me, that flame from out this glick go out like light switches

Nigga got hit in his sh*t and I got rich after that
All these b**ches they ain't never get no get back for that
150 killas with me whips tinted back to back
Lambo like 50 grand then I'm getting out the 'raq
When they shot my lil' brother we was spinning after that
Ran up 10 hats in one summer know we winning after that
Got us ducking undercovers, niggas b**ches and they rats
Hit a nigga with his brother
After that we want another