Lyrics:
you till I see you real
It ain't over till I go for the kill
Then you can feel how I really feel
Everybody tryna fuck wit me now
What happened to that
the fuck am I struggling to live but all y'all care about is school work
As my cuts reopen and start leaking all over the floor
I start screaming for help
The thought that I could shred your tips with eight quick flips
Excites me, see y'all fuck with the pussy
But I fuck with your minds
Lack of soul
The thought that I could shred your tips with eight quick flips
Excites me, see y'all fuck with the pussy
But I fuck with your minds
Lack of soul
together: you know who you fucking wit
A nigga who can give a fuck when he broke
Give a fuck what he tote, got the drop then blow
You's a scared nigga
rumblin'
Fuckin' wit' me getcha trampled Lemon Lame is an example
He got beat down by these dogs, and all he got was just a sample
But now I'm on my way
If my niggas don't fuck wit' you, I don't fuck wit' you
That's just a code in my hood, don't let these guns hit you
Be a man of your word, don't
"Hey!" "Can't nobody hold me.."
[Treach]
So niggaz wan' take it there, huh?
Heh..
See y'all don't know what the fuck goin on
I know what time it is
112, right by the staircase, perfect place
When they evacuate, they meet they fate
Ron pass the gasoline, the nigga pass me kerosene
Fuck it, its
Swoop G by the fuckin' L-be 's-see
None of these nigga want to fuck with these (aah)
Swoop G, Swoop G, G
don't really give a fuck so I'm going in
Never giving up I was fucking born to win
Kept it true enough, never giving up
Do this dirt all by myself waiting
not wit the talkin
Nigga I like gettin physical
He a be alive
If y'all ain't pump em up inter tube
Now y'all gone be mad
When that lil nigga make
beard's stickin' out
Y'all don't want no witness shit, we squeeze hammers mang
Bullets breeze by you, like Lousiana mang...
But I gotta feed Tianna
Uh Huh uh huh its ITY I told ya'll I'm coming pause
Fuck ya'll fuck a hater
Why they always tell me to wait to the beat drop
I say hell nahh you know
Wassup y’all
It’s Truth Trill
Do I call y’all my Trillans?
Trilldren?
Trillians?
Fuck it
It don’t matter anyway
Yall my family
So I gotta put y’all
door you'd be much better inside
Read a book and surf the web, whatever, get some insight
My niggas got the game on lock wit paper clips and zip ties
with a fire flame
I ain't never change, I'm still in my dickies mane
Blunts still burnin, no concern wit fake fuck niggas
I be doing what I feel is
get yo mind right
Done war, bet I fuck It up
And screaming, dumb whore
Blunt spark, when I'm headed
Out, better run forrest
Done for, did it wit
And all these bitches up and dub on a nigga cuz I was broke
Had to be a scammer
Just to get some pussy
Had to get a bucket
Just to fuck wit groupies
I ain't
from bottom to top
Switch, I'm cut throat
Wit Gusto
Y'all don't want smoke
2 Cohiba Robustos
I gut those
& Pack fat
Think I'm pumping a ass
Nah
I'm getting way too toxic
I'm getting way too much bread
You better pray that shit is gossip
Yall better pray for the market
Yall better pray for
squash it
We don't retreat
Always rappin
What u gonna cop
But be broke by next wk
Quit ya habit
Be a savage wit ur hustle
Fuck sleep
Get some money
Learn
North Cac-that
I'ma hit ya back to back wit that, muh'fuckin' hot shit
y'all ready to get it (Yeah), ready to set it (Yeah)
Headin' up in two headers,
You’ll be happy wit me at the basics
That’s why I’m coming wit the sweetest revenge
Everybody gonna taste this
Fuck ya message
Fuck ya friendship
Fuck you
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