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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 SongtexteNo 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 Aus Songtexte Mania