THROW Lyrics – Lil Mabu

[Part I]

I’m on the road-road-road
Always on go-go-go (Grrah, everything for Notti)
I’m feelin’ low-low-low (You know what the f*ck goin’ on)
Pour a four-four-four (Grrah-grrah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)

They had a special place in my heart
So I tried fixing them while they were breakin’ me
I learned the hard way, but I don’t do it no more thankfully
Turned to a beast when Notti died, I told ’em, “Wait and see”
I wasn’t ‘posed to make it this far
I’m talkin’ racially, so this sh!t feels make believe
I wish lil’ Notti woulda stuck with me in the streets
I ain’t ever parked a V and I’ve been on the charts for weeks
I had a vision no one seen, not even my family (Not even my family)
Music is savin’ me, but I know it could end fatally (Painfully)
So I keep that .40 on my side, ain’t no one tamin’ me (I’ma pray for me)
I wasn’t perfect as a kid, but I still ate my greens
I started workin’ in the crib while my friends were smokin’ weed
I started doing good and got more enemies
I keep my face up off the net when I be in the streets
I know my boys got my back, but when it comes to totin’ straps
Hope they don’t run when the bullets gotta handle me

[Part II]

Ah, every opp shot
Grrah, Mabu (Grrah)
Grrah, Mabu (Like)
Grrah, every opp shot, like
Grrah, gang-gang-gang, gang
Gang-gang-gang, like

Ayy, yo, Mabu, throw (Boom)
When we bend through the opps, get low
I said, “DD, we clutchin’ the cane or the pole?”
Red light, green beam, hang out, throw
For lil’ Notti, I’m flockin’
Catch a opp, put his life turn timeless
Totin’ the .30, I ain’t totin’ a rocket (Brrt)
Ddot with me for the n!ggas that’s plottin’, grrah
Dead opps all in my blunt
B!tch is a munch and she ate it for fun (On bro)
B!tch, I’m that n!gga that do what I want
Bend that ass over and wine on my gun
Yeah, he died one time on the earth (Grrah)
Now he died two times (Times)
Put the beam to the blunt
I don’t even smoke but feel him in my lungs
DD got left, Mabu got right (Right)
Just know I still smoke Rite (Damn, damn)
Like, grrah, grrah, just know I smoke Rite (Damn)
I ain’t goin’ out without a fight (Facts)
I got diamonds on me, shed the light (The light)
Your b!tch callin’ DD to get piped, while I’m callin DD for the pipe
And if brodie get stuck in a slammer (The slammer)
Mabu gon’ help beat the case (Facts)
I’m a lawyer, I always got answers (Answers)
F*ckin’ b!tches on the first date (Damn)
I got b!tches on me, Alabama, I keep one in every other state (State)

B!tch, I feel I great
Damn, every opp shot, n!gga
Suck my d!ck, like
Grrah-grrah, gang-gang-gang