(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(Lezter, you going crazy)
[Jackboy]
I'm married to my enemies, 'til death do us apart
When I shoot, I hope I shoot right through your heart
Cannot take niggas seriously
I'm still posted up on my boulevard
Run up on me, I'ma pop you with this rod
Might catch another felony
Send a hundred shots through your car
New opp pack, roll him up in my cigar
Look what the streets done did to me
Got me thinkin' that the world flawed
Can't trust nobody might bulletproof all my cars
[Jackboy]
Can't trust nobody, swing the stick like a guitar
Run up on me, I'ma send his ass to Allah
Run up on me, he dead and that's on God, nigga
I was up a hundred K still tryna rob niggas
They don't wanna see me eat so I'ma starve niggas
Twenty six thirteen six I came with mop niggas
I got ties, ain't tellin' no lies
They still popped that guy from the other side
Took the nigga life, and he still ain't slide
Still ain't right even though they died, ayy, ayy
He said it's beef, and we left him fried, broad day
These partners traumatized, tear up in they momma's eyes
Up the rate on the homicide, man the news got televised
[Jackboy]
I'm married to my enemies, 'til death do us apart
When I shoot, I hope I shoot right through your heart
Cannot take niggas seriously
I'm still posted up on my boulevard
Run up on me, I'ma pop you with this rod
Might catch another felony
Send a hundred shots through your car
New opp pack, roll him up in my cigar
Look what the streets done did to me
Got me thinkin' that the world flawed
Can't trust nobody might bulletproof all my cars
[Tee Grizzley]
Me and Jackboy on some soldier shit
That pressure hit I bet I'll blow this bitch
I bet I get who I'm supposed to get
We can't speak on no one but us
I can't vouch for no one but me
Play then we gon' smoke em like Runtz
Throw him in the dirt like a seed
Aye where I'm from gotta clutch your heater
Grew up so fast I could've fucked my teacher (Real shit, aye)
Killers 'round me but I gotta strap myself 'cuz I don't trust them either
Sometimes yo' people ain't yo' people, you hear me?
I tried to move my granny she don't wanna leave her block
So I can't go and visit grandma without a few hunnid shots
Without a few hunnid Glocks
Please don't think we 'bout to box
Please don't think you that you gon' fuck with me or mines and don't get popped nigga
[Jackboy]
I'm married to my enemies, 'til death do us apart
When I shoot, I hope I shoot right through your heart
Cannot take niggas seriously
I'm still posted up on my boulevard
Run up on me, I'ma pop you with this rod
Might catch another felony
Send a hundred shots through your car
New opp pack, roll him up in my cigar
Look what the streets done did to me
Got me thinkin' that the world flawed
Can't trust nobody might bulletproof all my cars
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