Self Control

Album

American Breed

Label

Never Broke Again

Genre

Hip hop

Duration

5:00

Composer(s)

K.Gaulden, A.Petit, D.Williams, T.Revell

Entered Chart

Sep 21, 2019

Peak Date

Oct 26, 2019

Released

September 6, 2019

Recorded

Unknown

Catalog #

Never Broke Again

[Intro]
Drum Dummie
CashMoneyAP
DJ Swift on the track

[Chorus]
I'ma leave here with what I came here for, now what you sayin'? (Oh, what you sayin'?)
You don't wan' take it there, don't go there with us, nah
Walked in with a Styrofoam cup with plenty racks off in my hands
And we ain't come here for to lose, we want it all
Smokin' dro (Dro) 'cause I need it (Need it)
So I could be calm instead of dangerous when you see me
You niggas know we quick to let it blow for any reason (Let it blow)
Kick down your door, post up on your front porch, and we ain't leavin'

[Verse 1]
When my grandma died, I had to beat the odds and it wasn't easy (Yeah)
When Boozilla died, I almost lost my mind, broke me to pieces (Broke to pieces)
We was slangin' iron for Dump and all the rest, it ain't no secret (Brr, bop-bop-bop)
38 across my neck, we be them boys you don't want beef with (4KTrey)
Smokin' dro, smell it when I hit the door, 'cause I need it (Bop, bop)
I ain't the one, these pussy niggas know I be fiendin'
Hop out the car with diamonds 'round my throat, bitch, I'm beamin' (Oh, yeah)
I don't think no nigga can't see me (Bitch), I be paranoid while I'm leanin' (Let's go, for real)

[Chorus]
Smokin' dro (Dro) 'cause I need it (I need it)
So I could be calm instead of dangerous when you see me (Yeah)
You niggas know we quick to let it blow for any reason (Bop, bop-bop-bop)
Kick down your door, post up on your front porch, and we ain't leavin' (Yeah, slime)
I'ma leave here with what I came here for, now what you sayin'? (Oh, what you sayin'?)
You don't wan' take it there, don't go there with us, nah
Walked in with a Styrofoam cup with plenty racks off in my hands (My hands)
And we ain't come here for to lose, we want it all

[Verse 2]
Whole lot of racks on these VVs (Wet)
I'm so slime, on this Glock, got a green beam (Let's go)
Got a whole lot of people that need me (You know)
Bust your head all over the right thing (Bop)
I ain't got nothin' but a dub and a Black Card up inside my Ami' jeans (What up?)
I just want head, can't fuck in a bed, it's just some things don't excite me (Yeah)
Testin' your gun inside of the backyard, let it hit, get your aim up (I do)
My youngin official, he wait in your backyard, and I call him the bang thug (Brr)
Wake up in the morning, get fresh as a bitch, I'ma walk in Dior in some Margielas
And the way we gon' dump at the boy with the stick, I'ma finish him off with a four nickel (Brr, brr, brr, bop)
I be thinkin' 'bout Dump all over the time, this shit just don't feel right (Yeah-yeah)
I don't go to no club, I be takin' these drugs, ridin' and keepin' that steel tight (Oh, yeah)
Every night 'fore I sleep, I think 'bout the North Side where I grew up, no ho type (No)
Play, I put you to sleep before you could see (Bitch)
Pull up where you be and it's on sight

[Chorus]
I'ma leave here with what I came here for, now what you sayin'? (Oh, what you sayin'?)
You don't wan' take it there, don't go there with us, nah
Walked in with a Styrofoam cup with plenty racks off in my hands (Plenty of racks)
And we ain't come here for to lose, we want it all
Smokin' dro (Dro) 'cause I need it (I need it)
So I could be calm instead of dangerous when you see me (Yeah, you know I'm dangerous)
You niggas know we quick to let it blow for any reason (Bop)
Kick down your door, post up on your front porch, and we ain't leavin' (Let's go)