TEC shoot any nigga on some lame shit Niggas tough until they mama with the gang, bitch You got shooters, they ain´t shooting with the A team
He a clown, paint his face like some Maybelline Bitch lied to me twice, she got two shots Diddy Bop a nigga bitch up out her Reeboks 187 slidin´, listening to Key Glock Take your bullets and grab a chopper, winter stay hot Fresh as fuck, I´m by myself, my gang can´t leave the state I eat beats, he eat my pussy like some Frito-Lay Courtney called me, asked to send a bird, A-okay Dancing with these bands, feel like Ayo and TK
One young nigga, he gon´ creep, don´t make a sound Two young niggas posted with two hundred rounds Three young niggas catch you and they running down Four gang members sliding, that´s a murder, beatin´ the trial
I play for the wealth, you´d rather set your partner up (Bitch) Moving like a sniper, who be lacking? Never us Told me everything about your man so I don´t trust Bitches wanna be down, they cross you over petty stuff This that shit that my young bitches gon´ get wild to This that shit, I´m in my zone, bitch, you a cow, move Facing court, ´cause that lil´ bitch ain´t have her mouth mute I got condos, different cities, with a pink room I´m a threat to all these bitches ´cause I´m getting riches Switched my flow, I switched my image, bitch, it´s tailor-rented
With no makeup I´m the shiznit, I´m the youngest in it At the free throw, shooters spinning, balling start to finish
One young nigga, he gon´ creep, don´t make a sound Two young niggas posted with two hundred rounds Three young niggas catch you and they running down Four gang members sliding, that´s a murder, beatin´ the trial
One young nigga, he gon´ creep, don´t make a sound Two young niggas posted with two hundred rounds Three young niggas catch you and they running down
Four gang members sliding, that´s a murder, beatin´ the trial
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