I don't know what they be on
But bitch we thuggin' for real
Before I walk up out my home I swear I'm clutchin' my steel
But I swear I'm tuckin' my steel
Quando Rondo nigga
Feds kicked my grandma door in talking about a shooting
Trending topic of my city
Gotta watch how I'm moving
I know these niggas out to get me
I don't trust nobody
Leeky strapped up with that glizzy down to catch a body
Riding around I'm riding
And I'm sliding of any fuck nigga claiming that they want it
When it's beef we on your street I'm not gone drop the bag on it
Its consequence when you fuck with me or any of my homies
When it come to that fuck shit swear to God we on it
Can't say that I'm caught up in the fame
But I stay in the streets
Catch him slippin' and bust his brains
You know I stay with that heat
He better not mention my name
Or we gon put him asleep
Niggas say what bout that gang
Bitch know that all us gone creep
No face, no case they don't know who the shooter
All white .38 and I got it from boo
I'll up the murder rate nigga play I'ma do it
I got the license plate now I gotta lose em
Popping these percys I swear I abuse them
Thugging in public we uppin I'm [?]
That nigga had ran it's him and manz
We flipping this city they callin' my shooters
These niggas be bluffing they really ain't no killa's
Got a drum on the Glock call that bitch Reggie Miller
The shit that they talk I swear I don't feel 'em
When it's up bitch it's up I swear I don't miss
When it's up bitch it's up I swear Imma kill em
When it's up bitch it's up I swear Imma kill em
Wake every morning brush my teeth and throw my flag to my left
Drop to my knees and say a prayer
Lord I'm asking for help
I grabbed my hecktor out the dresser
Walk by myself
I wonder who gone walk with my through the valley of death
Feds kicked my grandma door in talking about a shooting
Trending topic of my city
Gotta watch how I'm moving
I know these niggas out to get me
I don't trust nobody
Leeky strapped up with that glizzy down to catch a body
Riding around I'm riding
And I'm sliding of any fuck nigga claiming that they want it
When it's beef we on your street I'm not gone drop the bag on it
Its consequence when you fuck with me or any of my homies
When it come to that fuck shit swear to God we on it
We on it
And we coming
Point at your head like who want it?
In these streets this shit get real
So I'm prepared for the moment
All that fuck shit get you killed
I can't fuck with you phonies
Every day I'm in the field I'ma go off just like Tony
And I had to ask for shit I ran it up by my lonely
The Glocks they come with thirty sticks For me to split my opponent
Spin on they block, let off some shots try to take off your stomach
And all my niggas clear the business bust yo shit if I want it
Got me a bag had to get me a check
Thanking the Lord everyday how I'm blessed
Fuck niggas mad I'ma stay in they chest
If he cross the line I'ma take off his neck
Check out my diamonds I flooded my neck
Shoutout to my city they know who the best
Fuck all the haters bitch get off my dick
Never gonna fold I was built for this shit
T-shirts and picture frames I'm trying to put your face on it
I grabbed a .38 or dirty K now I'm like who want it?
If you want cancer I got answers bitch we right on your corner
It's on sight gone take your life walk down and put this bitch on you
Feds kicked my grandma door in talking about a shooting
Trending topic of my city
Gotta watch how I'm moving
I know these niggas out to get me
I don't trust nobody
Leeky strapped up with that glizzy down to catch a body
Riding around I'm riding
And I'm sliding of any fuck nigga claiming that they want it
When it's beef we on your street I'm not gone drop the bag on it
Its consequence when you fuck with me or any of my homies
When it come to that fuck shit swear to God we on it
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