Justin Rarri - DEPARTED Lyrics

Lyrics 'Departed' by Justin Rarri. Read and find other popular song at blog Nesialyrics.

Listen brodie imma tell you for real how its feeling
When you in that spotlight
Everybody finna talk down
Want a burkin bitch you better talk nice
We like murda nigga we is not nice
Wanna walk up to me better think right
And they gone keep tellin lies they judging curious
I jus fucked the baddest bitch in a trump hotel she hoppin on it
And you couldnt hold me as a brother
And its kinda crazy how we fallen

I just pulled up in that brand new whip
Bad bitches on me flawless
And you keep on claiming that I switched up thats part of the reason
That a nigga heartless
And im swearing that you coulda been here

Just got a pack that new ice burg
I aint bout shit fuck what you heard
Better come up close and find out first
Nigga bro run down take off his shoes
Put you onna news
Got me lookin at you
Wouldn’t done this shit to you

We trap out the building
Nigga just say how you feeling
Bitch I had you in my business
Im down in my feelings
None of these lil fuck niggas aint trusting no leach
I just showed them that my body different
Same niggas that depend on me
Gone start all em rumors as soon as I fall
Soon as I can’t pay their part
Why the fuck you cant play ya part

Smoove’L

Certain niggas, I gotta watch with certain bitches
Cut em off all the faking I ain’t with it
Pradas on got me catching mad attention
Wanna fuck for the clout and I don’t get it
But this come with the life man I ain’t tripping
I just started the count and I ain’t finished
With my hittas ain’t no limit
Don’t hit my dm’s won’t answer no calls
Rarri throw me the top I’ma finish em off
Blow the shit out his cap, I’ma watch how he fall
Traumatized from the streets all them things I had saw
I get real real fly, I got real mob ties
I just checked my bank account it’s at a all time high
I was young trapping for dubs
1 and 0 with a bag tell em fuck on the love
And it aint what it seem I ran out of love
Got a glock with a beam it’s ready to bub
And I thank got that I get my way
And I had it hard through my young days
They don’t understand that we gotta a plan
Put it on god niggas won’t play