900 Block (feat. Trikky Dicky & B Reed (Yung Nation)

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Richardson with a look at how this horrible night Last night unfolded
The Richardson police chief said because they have  So many officers involved
Richardson police say they were called to the Apartments for a disturbance
A possible shooting around 7 p.m

But we are learning today that a body was found by   Police officers
When they arrived and they were met by gunfire
More gunfire followed on and off for hours
Eventually, tear gas was used to help end the Standoff

I know some killers from the court
900 Frances be then block from kicking fences to Chargers and Jags
Hemi's on the block
Five, seven in the engine

Get to spinning down your block
F*ck a drum and switch them hollow tips
Start sticking at your top
Put your hands up in the air

Most high praise to Allah
No time for bitches of the club
I need that profit
I'm working jobs, invest in businesses, money Stacking up
Who's falling off? Bitch it's Texas, everybody come To us
Because we the boss
Get the chopper from Sudan
50 clip on the AK

That's a trip to over east
I already know where you stay
I already know where you lay
Man it's business. Don't even play

I can see you off your shit, but don't let it mess with your faith
Ain't no coming back from the day
If the bullets ain't your face, I'm going to tell you something one time
I'm the wrong one for that game

I'm the wrong one to catch flames because if I flare up, then it's bang
Last thing you'll think about is pain because I'm  t. aking brains
Get the stick from Sudan and my whip from Uganda Then take a trip down the road and then I begin

I can get animated like toonami is, wet the side of a Residence
Sending to heaven
Believers pray for them
Then I repent

Saints on the dock of The boonies with brooms, we Group and then moving like soldiers
It's H in this bitch and we ain't takin shit from Nobody  bitch

I know some killas from this court
900 Frances be tha block from kicking fences to Chargers and jags
And hemi's on the block
Five, seven in the engine
Get the spinning down your block

F*ck a drum and switch them hollow tips
Start sticking at your top
Put your hands up in the air
Most high praise to Allah

No time for bitches of the club
I need that profit
I'm working jobs
invest in businesses money stacking up

Who's falling off
Bitch it's Texas , everybody
Come to us because we the boss

I know some killers too
And they move how them killers move
No, they don't like to do interviews
That's to close to them being off in the news
They might wet you up if I send them through

They might wrap you up like a tentacle
Put my hands on your throat like it's ten and two
Like, hmm  tell me what you intend to do
I tell them, welcome to Texas, nigga

But we third coast rolling a whole lot of motion
Double cup, thugs sipping on potion
Glocks get raised
Ain't no promotion

It really get reckless, nigga
Better watch how you're walking, you're talking
you're told that it's open carry state
Yeah, you know the case

The weed illegal
But you get smoked like Hokus
Watch out for roaches
Keep an eagle on you

That's for the vultures
In the field, making plays like the coaches
Keep some soldiers
That a clock in your motion

No, I'm not boasting
That ain't the shit that I glorify
I push the violence off to the side
But if it come down to just you and I, the choice is obvious
You gotta die

I know some killers from the court
900 Frances be the block from kicking fences to chargers
and jags and hemis on the block

5'7 in the engine
Get to spinning down your block
F*ck a drum and switch them hollow tips
Start sticking at your top

Put your hands up in the air
Most high praise to Allah
No time for bitches of the club
I need that profit

I'm working jobs
Investing businesses
Money stacking up
Who falling off

Bitches, Texas, everybody come to us
because we the boss
Yung Nation
I'm going to the moon, my guy

Drink AK might wake up in the sky
Roll a window down, do a drive-by
In the caddy, running like do or die
Big backwoods, got me low-eyed

You don't really want beef, small fries
A bad bitch, I hit three of both times
On the white girl, three of both lines
Little ho, my door suicide

And you know I got 4G tires
Dip and collide
Real bumper collide
Yeah, real born baby

I got more packs than the 80s
Touch down the pack, Tom Brady
Baby, it's Thug Boss Nation
Gone to the money, speed racing

I got it locked like laces
I'm in her mouth like braces
Hey, hold on, wait, baby, be patient
Know that my money real ancient

Got a bad bitch from England
She saw the young Don and fainted
Ferrari, I'm candy painting
Thug boss entertainment

Clean up your block, do maintenance
Ah-ha

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