4KTrey
We put guns to the face
Ain't nobody safe, who gon' die today?
It's a murder business
Had to tell lil' mama "Bag it up", come here, drop that S on me
We got sticks inside this fuckin' truck, you pray they wake your ass for free
Bro died, I was down for weeks, I was on planet drugs
Dog hoes, top down with me, but fuck 'em, I got plenty love
From the streets to the cellblock, he got red dot, hollows hot
Niggas steep, play with bell stuff, to my arm like I scrape the pot
Gangster bitch, tryin' hold me down, she see I frown and wonder why
Surveillance sit outside my house, tryna take me down, I'm duckin' cops
I'm a thug nigga, fuck you, bitch, I got gravediggers
Run with me, I'll bust you, you bitch, fuck the campers, I'm at school with that stick
You gon' get booed, you get hit, break all the rules, get 'em fixed
Cutthroat, ain't complyin' with shit
Mama, kill these pussy niggas that's dissin, no, you know I gotta
I'm tryna shoot the hoes that's with 'em, 'cause I'm a fuckin' problem
I'm gon' pop somethin, I run with sticks, they all be goblins
I be head-huntin', lil' bro just called and said he got one
Gotta tell 'em I'ma bag it up, come and drop that S on me
Stacks inside my pants, I got 'em, need, I come up from the streets
Hold on, stop this bitch, I bag 'em up, shoot first, not coverin' up on me
I leave all red, I bang that green, don't diss, y'all, peace, best keep it
From the streets to the cellblock, he got red dot, hollows hot
Niggas steep, play with bell stuff, to my arm like I scrape the pot
Gangster bitch, tryin' hold me down, she see I frown and wonder why
Surveillance sit outside my house, tryna take me down, I'm duckin' cops
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