Lyrics to 40 Mo' Reasons
(Haha, Avo)
(Will, what that is?)
(Do you not get the Koncept? Haha)
You know it, ayy
Forty somethin' reasons
Hit the block, left a fuck nigga dead (Grrah)
He was talkin' too much, shouldn't have said what he said, I got pape' if you hit him with lead (Phew, phew)
Lullaby, how the blicky be singin' to niggas, that switchy'll put you to bed (Grrah)
Uh, hey (Uh-uh, ah)
Ayy, you can see in they eyes, my lil' niggas some demons, we really bump down with them Dracs (Fah, grrah-grrah)
Walk in your spot and take over your spot, put the K in your face
Nigga, empty the safe (Ayy, woah)
We can't fall out 'bout no pussy, bitches, hoes, but we can bump heads 'bout pape' (Don't play 'bout the money)
Latе night creepin', gettin' off in the back of the Lamb' (Skrrt), bеt a opp won't hit this gate
They say I don't be in the hood, what that be about? Nigga, I'm on the block with the guys (I'm on the block with the guys)
I don't really fuck with these rappers, them niggas be lyin' (Skrrt, skrrt), this shit real life not rhymes (Frrt)
Long live Pooh, I don't even gotta speak on Wax, niggas know what we did 'bout Nine (He know what we did, okay)
He said, "Crack a four," so I'm crackin' a four, I'm ride right or wrong with lil' dude every time (Oh, okay, oh, okay)
Ride right or wrong with lil' dude off the dribble
Wheelchair gang, we'll leave your shit cripple (Crip)
Opp got hit with a binary chopper (Frrt, frrt), that boy thought it was gone, so he totin' in the 'spital (Frrt, frrt)
Topped me an opp in the top of his shit, that boy shoulder was leanin', Young Dro'd me a nigga (What?)
Opps ain't hittin' on shit, folk died with a switch, bitch, shoot, stop posin' for pictures
He dissed, got big bro smoked in a Swisher (Yup)
You know we spark shit like a lighter (Let's go)
Boxed for his life, lil' homie a fighter, we hit shit up, then dip in a striker (Skrrt)
Got forty mo' reasons why niggas can't play with the gang, nigga know that we leave shit lifeless (I'm sorry)
Head chop him just for thinkin' shit sweet, I can march on the G, then we do shit triflin', let's go (Let's go)
Forty somethin' reasons (Yup)
Hit the block, left a fuck nigga dead (Yup)
He was talkin' too much, shouldn't have said what he said (Shh), I got pape' if you hit him with lead (Yeah, got lead, boy)
Lullaby, how the blicky be singin' to niggas, that switchy'll put you to bed (Fuck nigga playin')
'Fore you play, I'll go eat a spread (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
Send his ass to the doc', put the boy on the med (Ah-ah, yeah)
Opp get dropped, l'ma do my lil' dance
We posted, forty somethin' deep in the land (We posted, forty somethin' deep)
My bitch, she bougie, she won't eat the man (Phew), but you finna suck what I whip out these pants
Amiri's too tight, gotta switch up the brand (Phew, phew)
Moncler on the jacket, one K on the tag (Phew)
I been havin' shit, why the fuck I'ma brag? You not havin' shit, still broke on your ass (Ha)
4BE, man, splat, you know that I'm killin' for this (Let's go)
Pull the K by them letters, we catchin' your hat (Uh, don't leave your shit on there)
We come through fast, chop' hittin' at your head, we leave shit bald (Bling), Brazilian wax (Phew)
Can't fuck with a ho that got kids, bae, soon as you leave, I'm sorry (I'm sorry), I'm eatin' they snacks (Ayy)
But I fucked on the opp baby mama, she put me to bed, I was shocked how she throwin' it back (Throw, let's go)
Thirty K for the smile, no cap, shit hit (Bling)
I'm with Belichick, how I'm sendin' the blitz (We go)
Shit crazy, I got me a blick from an old head, now I'm the old head givin' out blicks (Let's go, let's go)
The opps, they hoes, they never on shit
They just wanna troll, they got my drop, but l'ma pop out on the block with a switch (Grrah, phew)
These niggas hoes, they shootin' at the bricks
Forty somethin' reasons (Phew)
Hit the block, left a fuck nigga dead (Playin')
He was talkin' too much, shouldn't have said what he said, I got pape' if you hit him with lead (Baow, baow, grrah)
Lullaby, how the blicky be singin' to niggas, that switchy'll put you to bed (How?)
'Fore you play, I'll go eat a spread
Send his ass to the doc', put the boy on the meds (Grrah)
Ayy, Siri who fuckin' with me?
Nobody, I don't see no competition (What else?)
Got a hundred somethin' shots for the opposition (Damn)
Catch him loafin', that boy sleepin' with the fishes (For real)
Know we wipin' shit down like we doin' dishes (Hey)
Need a new suit and tie, how we stand on business (What else?)
I'ma send the best youngins to go on missions (Yeah)
Drop a bag on his head and his story finished (Okay)
Okay, forty somethin' reasons (Phew)
Hit the block, left a fuck nigga dead (Let's go)
He was talkin' too much, shouldn't have said what he said (Shh), I got pape' if you hit him with lead (Baow)
Lullaby, how the blicky be singin' to niggas, that switchy'll put you to bed (Fah, fah, grrah)
'Fore you play, I'll go eat a spread
Send his ass to the doc', put the boy on the meds (Phew, grrah)
Fuck you mean?
What the boy can't take it? Get your ass on
Nigga better—
Even though he fuckin' murder
(Will, what that is?)
(Do you not get the Koncept? Haha)
You know it, ayy
Forty somethin' reasons
Hit the block, left a fuck nigga dead (Grrah)
He was talkin' too much, shouldn't have said what he said, I got pape' if you hit him with lead (Phew, phew)
Lullaby, how the blicky be singin' to niggas, that switchy'll put you to bed (Grrah)
Uh, hey (Uh-uh, ah)
Ayy, you can see in they eyes, my lil' niggas some demons, we really bump down with them Dracs (Fah, grrah-grrah)
Walk in your spot and take over your spot, put the K in your face
Nigga, empty the safe (Ayy, woah)
We can't fall out 'bout no pussy, bitches, hoes, but we can bump heads 'bout pape' (Don't play 'bout the money)
Latе night creepin', gettin' off in the back of the Lamb' (Skrrt), bеt a opp won't hit this gate
They say I don't be in the hood, what that be about? Nigga, I'm on the block with the guys (I'm on the block with the guys)
I don't really fuck with these rappers, them niggas be lyin' (Skrrt, skrrt), this shit real life not rhymes (Frrt)
Long live Pooh, I don't even gotta speak on Wax, niggas know what we did 'bout Nine (He know what we did, okay)
He said, "Crack a four," so I'm crackin' a four, I'm ride right or wrong with lil' dude every time (Oh, okay, oh, okay)
Ride right or wrong with lil' dude off the dribble
Wheelchair gang, we'll leave your shit cripple (Crip)
Opp got hit with a binary chopper (Frrt, frrt), that boy thought it was gone, so he totin' in the 'spital (Frrt, frrt)
Topped me an opp in the top of his shit, that boy shoulder was leanin', Young Dro'd me a nigga (What?)
Opps ain't hittin' on shit, folk died with a switch, bitch, shoot, stop posin' for pictures
He dissed, got big bro smoked in a Swisher (Yup)
You know we spark shit like a lighter (Let's go)
Boxed for his life, lil' homie a fighter, we hit shit up, then dip in a striker (Skrrt)
Got forty mo' reasons why niggas can't play with the gang, nigga know that we leave shit lifeless (I'm sorry)
Head chop him just for thinkin' shit sweet, I can march on the G, then we do shit triflin', let's go (Let's go)
Forty somethin' reasons (Yup)
Hit the block, left a fuck nigga dead (Yup)
He was talkin' too much, shouldn't have said what he said (Shh), I got pape' if you hit him with lead (Yeah, got lead, boy)
Lullaby, how the blicky be singin' to niggas, that switchy'll put you to bed (Fuck nigga playin')
'Fore you play, I'll go eat a spread (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
Send his ass to the doc', put the boy on the med (Ah-ah, yeah)
Opp get dropped, l'ma do my lil' dance
We posted, forty somethin' deep in the land (We posted, forty somethin' deep)
My bitch, she bougie, she won't eat the man (Phew), but you finna suck what I whip out these pants
Amiri's too tight, gotta switch up the brand (Phew, phew)
Moncler on the jacket, one K on the tag (Phew)
I been havin' shit, why the fuck I'ma brag? You not havin' shit, still broke on your ass (Ha)
4BE, man, splat, you know that I'm killin' for this (Let's go)
Pull the K by them letters, we catchin' your hat (Uh, don't leave your shit on there)
We come through fast, chop' hittin' at your head, we leave shit bald (Bling), Brazilian wax (Phew)
Can't fuck with a ho that got kids, bae, soon as you leave, I'm sorry (I'm sorry), I'm eatin' they snacks (Ayy)
But I fucked on the opp baby mama, she put me to bed, I was shocked how she throwin' it back (Throw, let's go)
Thirty K for the smile, no cap, shit hit (Bling)
I'm with Belichick, how I'm sendin' the blitz (We go)
Shit crazy, I got me a blick from an old head, now I'm the old head givin' out blicks (Let's go, let's go)
The opps, they hoes, they never on shit
They just wanna troll, they got my drop, but l'ma pop out on the block with a switch (Grrah, phew)
These niggas hoes, they shootin' at the bricks
Forty somethin' reasons (Phew)
Hit the block, left a fuck nigga dead (Playin')
He was talkin' too much, shouldn't have said what he said, I got pape' if you hit him with lead (Baow, baow, grrah)
Lullaby, how the blicky be singin' to niggas, that switchy'll put you to bed (How?)
'Fore you play, I'll go eat a spread
Send his ass to the doc', put the boy on the meds (Grrah)
Ayy, Siri who fuckin' with me?
Nobody, I don't see no competition (What else?)
Got a hundred somethin' shots for the opposition (Damn)
Catch him loafin', that boy sleepin' with the fishes (For real)
Know we wipin' shit down like we doin' dishes (Hey)
Need a new suit and tie, how we stand on business (What else?)
I'ma send the best youngins to go on missions (Yeah)
Drop a bag on his head and his story finished (Okay)
Okay, forty somethin' reasons (Phew)
Hit the block, left a fuck nigga dead (Let's go)
He was talkin' too much, shouldn't have said what he said (Shh), I got pape' if you hit him with lead (Baow)
Lullaby, how the blicky be singin' to niggas, that switchy'll put you to bed (Fah, fah, grrah)
'Fore you play, I'll go eat a spread
Send his ass to the doc', put the boy on the meds (Phew, grrah)
Fuck you mean?
What the boy can't take it? Get your ass on
Nigga better—
Even though he fuckin' murder
