Friendly Reminder – English Lyrics

• By: Young M.A
• Album: Off the Yak

Lyrics & Translation

[English]

And I got shooters that'll shoot

When you live by the gun, you live by them rules

If you ever did me wrong, no sympathy for you

Blame what I went through

Soon as I get up out of bed

I grab my Glock, make sure it's cacked

One in the head, I'm paranoid

Wish I was not, wish it would stop

But it won't, can't trust a bitch and fack an op

That's how I think, that's how I move, that's how I rock

Shout out my block

Man, we don't respect you, boy, you talk to cops

I just bought a brand new Draco, thirty shots

Oh, and a mop

And a helicop

That's a chop

Extra bullets in my socks just in case it's up

Armed and dangerous

Man, don't play with us

We really rich, y'all really broke, fack you gonna say to us?

Tell that man come get his bitch, she tryna stay with us

And I'm off that cognac, brand new piece

Got it from luxe, look how they froze that

Still spending money from 2016 bet they ain't know that

They said I was broke, check my account, fack am I broke at?

Yeah, snow that

I'm the big steppa

The big red, the big head

Ten niggas, that's ten glizzy's with ten legs

Pillow talking niggas all in a bitch bed

Don't tell me about no hoe, fack what a bitch said

Y'all be on that he say, she say shit too much

Man, go get a buck if your money low then get it up

Stop all that whining shit

Stop all that bitching up

You wanna be rich or what

You wanna die broke or live it up

And I got shooters that'll shoot

When you live by the gun, you live by them rules

If you ever did me wrong, no sympathy for you

Blame what I went through

Fack love, tough love that's all I knew

And when they count me out, I count my money too

Sipping on some shit that got my head going

And if that nigga end up dead

It's probably because he was dead wrong

Living good but still could pull up in that Rari in the hood

No body guards, just a couple shooters that will bend ya hood

Mob shit and we ain't never on no star shit

Just parked up with a couple niggas that will park shit

Looking like a target but I'm cautious

We not tryna end ya life so don't start shit

Big Royce with the stars look like a star ship

.380, lil' baby on me, that's my dog shit (That's my dog)

I'm the big don, the big pen, the big fish

I'm with ten hittas, that's ten Glocks with ten clips

They claim they real niggas but they got fake lips

Don't tell me about them niggas, they on some simp shit

Man, y'all be on that he say she say shit too much

Man, go get a buck if your money low then get it up

Stop all that whining shit

Stop all that bitching up

You wanna be rich or what

You wanna die broke or live it up

And I got shooters that'll shoot

When you live by the gun, you live by them rules

If you ever did me wrong, no sympathy for you

Blame what I went through

Fack love, tough love that's all I knew

And when they count me out, I count my money too

Sipping on some shit that got my head going

And if that nigga end up dead

It's probably because he was dead wrong