{Intro} Here's the shit I can't explain My niggas dodging their arraignment Took the rental out of state Here's some shit I can't explain Aye... Aye
[Hook] Here's some shit I can't explain My niggas dodging their arraignments We took the rental out of state Migrated to trapping location Crooked 12s took some drugs from us Left my niggas on the road We took them loses, how that go Cause we just sticking to the code Now here's some things I can't explain This {flat?} just knock me out my brain Your bitch just hit me up again I'll leave that to her to explain As long as I'm still with the gang As long as I don't ever change There's nothing left that needs explaining There's nothing left that needs explaining
[Verse 1] Told these niggas I ain't playing They always think it's a game I'm just living what I'm saying Still got shooters like the range I don't ever be complaining You be throwing allegations Kush and money got me fragrance I'm your favorite's favorite, favorite's favorite Yeah I had to bring them O's with me Brought the work to all the shows with me Brought my niggas from the hood with me Told my niggas they all good with me My cousin riding with a full semi And they all wish a nigga would with me All these rappers think they knew stizzy But they just bringing out the bool in me
[Hook] Here's some shit I can't explain My niggas dodging their arraignments We took the rental out of state Migrated to trapping location Crooked 12s took some drugs from us Left my niggas on the road We took them loses, how that go Cause we just sticking to the code Now here's some things I can't explain This {flat?} just knock me out my brain Your bitch just hit me up again I'll leave that to her to explain As long as I'm still with the gang As long as I don't ever change There's nothing left that needs explaining There's nothing left that needs explaining
[Verse 2] 100-something on the highway I'm doing numbers still my way We party like it's a Friday You just look funny like Friday Smoking like every day high day Leaning like I had my thigh break Niggas can't reach up to my space Because they're more old news than myspace Invited your bitch out to my place All for that throat Imma violate I got my own on my mine man All of this stress give me migraines This ain't the time to be shy baby You can hop out of this ride baby Ahead of my time but far from my prime I know the world gon' be my baby
[Hook] Here's some shit I can't explain My niggas dodging their arraignments We took the rental out of state Migrated to trapping location Crooked 12s took some drugs from us Left my niggas on the road We took them loses, how that go Cause we just sticking to the code Now here's some things I can't explain This {flat?} just knock me out my brain Your bitch just hit me up again I'll leave that to her to explain As long as I'm still with the gang As long as I don't ever change There's nothing left that needs explaining There's nothing left that needs explaining
Compositores: Enoch Rich Iii Harris (Rich Lil), Stephen Goss (Cousin Stizz) ECAD: Obra #17486561