Disciples Lyrics by Quavo is a New English song from the album “Rocket Power” sung by popular rapper Quavo. Lyrics of this song are penned down by Quavo and music produced by Murda Beatz.

Disciples Song Details
Singer : Quavo
Album : Rocket Power
Lyrics : Quavo, Bitton, Murda Beatz
Music : Murda Beatz, Bitton
Label : Capitol Records, Quality Control

Disciples Lyrics

This year, I can’t play with y’all ni**as, I’m just sayin’ (Nah)
I just had my heart froze and now I close my hand (Close)
I ain’t got nothin’ to give, ni**as out here playin’ (Playin’)
I know it’s been some years, but now I’m takin’ Xans (Pop it, pop it)
All tears for my mans (Tears)
Wipe my eyes, then start layin’ (Wipe it)
Don’t be talkin’, somebody watchin’ (Shh)
Get off the phone, somebody clockin’ what we doin’
Somebody hop in the whip, let’s slide (Skrrt, skrrt)
Ain’t no demon, we disciples (‘Ciples)
Malcolm had a rifle, had to roll up in some bible paper (Yeah, brr)
That’s my b*tch, I told her “Suck it later” (Call you back, call you back)
We got some sh*t we got to handle, baby (Handle that, handle that)
If you ain’t his Unc’, I don’t expect you to say sh*t (F**k you, f**k you, ni**a)
I’ma shoot my shot, if I get my chance, I take it (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Ain’t no Muslim, I need all the bacon
(I need all the cash)
I’ma trap right here, ’til the block gets vacant (Uh, uh, the blue)

Now it turned into survival (Survive)
I don’t trust nothin’ but my family and my rifle (Nothin’)
I ain’t payin’ attention to nobody but my rivals (Nope)
I ain’t know I had that many bosses in my iPhone (Brr, brr)
Huh, huh, please don’t tell on me, no way, holmes (No way)
Huh, huh, I’ma always find you a way home (Swear)
I got a big old bag, I gotta keep a bag of that dog sh*t
Dirty money, wash my hands with dirty money and wash it clean
Everybody know I’m gon’ ignite, the way them birds sing (Brr)
Preachin’ nothin’ violence, with my gun Huncho Luther King (Woo)
What you wanna be, you wanna be a gangster or a chief?
Long as I live and I breathe, you can’t take my seat (Huncho)

This year, I can’t play with y’all ni**as, I’m just sayin’ (Nah)
I just had my heart froze and now I close my hand (Close)
I ain’t got nothin’ to give, ni**as out here playin’ (Playin’)
I know it’s been some years, but now I’m takin’ Xans (Pop it, pop it)
All tears for my mans (Tears)
Wipe my eyes, then start layin’ (Wipe it)
Don’t be talkin’, somebody watchin’ (Shh)
Get off the phone, somebody clockin’ what we doin’
Somebody hop in the whip, let’s slide (Skrrt, skrrt)
Ain’t no demon, we disciples (‘Ciples)
Malcolm had a rifle, had to roll up in some bible paper (Yeah, brr)
That’s my b*tch, I told her “Suck it later” (Call you back, call you back)
We got some sh*t we got to handle, baby (Yeah)

(M-M-M-Murda) Hello?
Yo, what’s up?
Man, I don’t even feel like talkin’ right now, man
I don’t like talkin’ ’bout that sh*t on the phone