3 A.M
Troublemane
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Aye Aye look Troublemane I know these niggaz scared of me man For real Aye look Aye Put this in your purse Bet not put me on a verse We send them free cars just like ubers Put that boy up on a shirt Sunday's best suits and black dress But they ain't goin to church I punch the glock like I punch the clock Bitch I'm goin to work Screaming rest In peace to boosa Pray they love me like medusa I really came up off selling p's Like producer She say she love the way I talk but I rap cooler Remember Brodie brought the tec With the black cooler On my gun man ty shit Uzi wit the black ruler Hit them up I feel like pac My youngin's spinning like a clock Bitch use the microwave You know they cooking noodles in them pots Trap life bitch I stayed solid when a nigga told This street shit like playing poker watch a nigga fold This beef shit like sub zero they seen us an froze Thuging since snotty nose Old heads was giving body blows I kick it like karate moe I get it then I gotta go My young nigga goin fly wit it like ralo if the mail slow Make sure you bundle up And put some lotion on them elbows We traping like them niggaz in the eighty's rocking shell toes This one for the north side north side Said this one for the east side east side Said this one for the south side south side Said this one for the west side west side Do my gangsta's run this motherfucker Hell yeah Do my hustlers run this motherfucker Hell yeah Trap phone jumping I gotta couple plays coming I hope the hurry up Cuz I've been out two days pumping My young nigga he cooling But he known to spray something He say it's switches wit extensions On them bitches straight thuging Get out the car boy you can't ride wit us if you goin say something Leave your phone at the crib You remember where he live It's time to spank something F*ck it we goin slide in till he dead Get it over wit we on that soldier shit that's how it is Been this way since kids Mama wondering what she did We ain't have a porch So I jumped off the steps to handle biz Shid I wanted mine Just the same way he wanted his We was robbing and hustling My young nigga scam something This one for the north side north side Said this one for the east side east side Said this one for the south side south side Said this one for the west side west side Do my gangsta's run this motherfucker Hell yeah Do my hustlers run this motherfucker Hell yeah Ha ha ha You already know There's gangsta's there's Hustler's and there's pimp's The rest of you motherfucker's is Ya'll niggaz is limps simps wimps I don't know what the f*ck you is nigga Make up a name thats what you is We all know where the gangsta's at Ya'll niggaz make some noise We all know where the hustlers at Ya'll make some noise Aye pimps tell them hoes get in line
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