DPWM
Trill Trey
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Big ass glock on my hip i'll let it rip bitch don't play with me Bitch nigga thought i was lacking but i do the jack so i keep that K with me If a f*ck nigga say that he sliding he lying Bitch give me the addy and bullets start flying If you diss on my name on my soul you dying The police pull up to the door and have your momma crying Don't play with me or we gone fill you with led Choppa bullets they knock off your head He got a white shirt but we leaving it red My clip got 100 i know that he dead Got a opp in a wood roll it up and its pressure If he play with me i'm a put him on a stretcher Choppa bullets from the glock they gone bless ya And you say you a gangsta nigga let me test you Nigga's be mad bout a bitch but that lil hoe she ugly she look like miss piggy If you looking for me i'm probably jacking or rapping Or up in the Hills with Lil Jiggy I'm the one that get it hot in the city I feel like aint no nigga fucking with me You better come get your bitch got her all on my dick I'm a f*ck her cause i think she pretty And they know i'm a jack boy They know i'm a steal they say i'm like swipper no swipper They say i'm the shit bitch go get me a diaper I pop me a addy that shit make me hyper God forgive me i know i been sinning But he spoke on my name so they know that we spinning And i be with that gang and they know that we winning And nigga if you start the beef then i'm a finish I get to the money i get to the paper We fading him up i ain't talking bout taper The gang we be balling we feel like the Lakers I thought he was gangsta but lil bro a faker If you beefing with me then its up and it's stuck Bitch look at my face i don't gave a f*ck Bitch we sliding with choppa's nigga's better duck When we catch that nigga he ain't gone have no luck Big ass glock on my hip i'll let it rip bitch don't play with me Bitch nigga thought i was lacking but i do the jack so i keep that K with me If a f*ck nigga say that he sliding he lying Bitch give me the addy and bullets start flying If you diss on my name on my soul you dying The police pull up to the door and have your momma crying Don't play with me or we gone fill you with led Choppa bullets they knock off your head He got a white shirt but we leaving it red My clip got 100 i know that he dead Got a opp in a wood roll it up and its pressure If he play with me i'm a put him on a stretcher Choppa bullets from the glock they gone bless ya And you say you a gangsta nigga let me test you
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