Текст Burna Bandz – The North

Now we rocking these shows yeah
Fuck it up then I go
Blow a bag and some more
Fuck around take your soul
Jumping out then we blow yeah
Better pray better hope
From a half to a whole ay
Trap house made it snow ay
And I come from the north ay
Turn that boy to a ghost yea
On the courts where we post yea
And we pull up in ghosts yea
And we pull up in ghosts yea
And we come from the north yea
And I keep me a torch yea
Bullets hot yeah they scorch
In the trap never bored
In the trap serving George
Trapping out the accord
Ridin out in the Ford
Remember we couldn’t afford
Now we blow bag and some more
Pick da bitch either or
Pick the whip out its foreign
Pull up yea nigga we scoring
Hit a nigga up like Floyd

Getting money since a little boy
And I always wanted more
Lately I been pouring fours ay
Bro walk around with the fours ay
Gang wanna see me on the Forbes ay
Put him out here on the courts ay
Free my niggas incarcerated
I’m a do it so we all can make it
Shooters nah they ain’t showing faces
Lil bitch can’t get our location
You know we stay on the low
You know I stay with the bros
Used to wear the same clothes
Used to share the same homes
Now we rocking these shows yeah
Fuck it up then I go
Blow a bag and some more
Fuck around take your soul
Jumping out then we blow yeah
Better pray better hope
From a half to a whole ay
Trap house made it snow ay
And I come from the north ay
Turn that boy to a ghost yea
On the courts where we post yea
And we pull up in ghosts yea
Yea we come from the north yea
Leave his ass on the porch yea
Yea my niggas they on that
Yea my niggas they all sav
Show no mercy won’t hold back
Four Four leave his head crack
And I’m counting these new racks
And I’m screaming out free stacks
Pull up they like who’s that
Fresh to death need a body bag
Pull up have him cardiac
Tell em bring him a body bag I’m
So high where my body at
Full throttle the auto yeah
She done finishedthe bottle yeah
I know she gon’ do all the gang
You know we stay on the low
You know I stay with the bros
Used to wear the same clothes
Used to share the same homes
Now we rocking these shows yeah
Fuck it up then I go
Blow a bag and some more
Fuck around take your soul
Jumping out then we blow yeah
Better pray better hope
From a half to a whole ay
Trap house made it snow ay
And I come from the north ay
Turn that boy to a ghost yea
On the courts where we post yea
And we pull up in ghosts yea