I know that you miss me
But you got too much pride (Oh)
Nothing I hate more than not bein' lied to
I heard another nigga got left last night
That's why I gotta keep a heater on my right side
Woke up to a phone call, a nigga said my homie died
Feel like the realest of 'em all, I'm on my lonely vibes
I, I get so high
Oh my, I get so fly
Blood all in my eyes, I seen real life
I seen thugs cry, I seen doves fly
Ayy, let's count bodies, you ain't got none, ayy
Must not know Glizzy, he's a teflon, ayy
You play with GG, get your head blown, 'own
Ahk went on the move and now he dead and gone
They took 30 and it killed my soul
I'll do anything to protect my bros
I'm droppin' bags, but you ain't tryna go to war
Just send the addy, bet we pop up at your door
Imagine your mama puttin' your ass down in that floor
Shoot you with my Rollie on like, bitch, it's time to go
They call us Glizzys 'cause them Glocks is what we tote
I sell that shit go in your nose, bitch, this street shit all I know, oh
I heard another nigga got left last night
That's why I gotta keep a heater on my right side
Woke up to a phone call, a nigga said my homie died
Feel like the realest of 'em all, I'm on my lonely vibes
I, I get so high
Oh my, I get so fly
Blood all in my eyes, I seen real life
I seen thugs cry, I seen doves fly
All rats go to Hell, you know it ain't no tellin'
And you know what they say, that all thugs go to Heaven
We got trey-57s, Glock 9s and MAC 11s
Don't matter where I go, it's still forever Tre Seven
I got niggas bust your melon, I just make the damn call
My nigga, he a felon, I turned him to a damn boss
Told 'em they ain't fuckin' with me, fuck they think, I'm playin', dawg?
It was a big shootout and you got caught in the damn cross'
Come and sweep the whole block, yup, like a damn mop
Skrrt off in a stolen Lam', we call that a Lam' chop
Two bitches on the West side, make 'em suck the same cock
Hit 'em from they best side, I think they got the same doc', oh
I heard another nigga got left last night
That's why I gotta keep a heater on my right side
Woke up to a phone call, a nigga said my homie died
Feel like the realest of 'em all, I'm on my lonely vibes
I, I get so high
Oh my, I get so fly
Blood all in my eyes, I seen real life
I seen thugs cry, I seen doves fly
I know that you miss me
But you got too much pride
Nothing I hate more than not bein' lied to
Not this time too
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