Lyrics:
me
cnd if you're still in question of where I stand
It's beside the murders, thieves, and whores
wwjd
Forever feelin fatally Frida Kahlo
I edited
Just left the Bahamas with Justin Bieber
Prayin' for me over FaceTime
'Bout two years back's the last time I seen him
Forty thousand feet up in
the wheels fall off
Yeah we gon' ride 'til the wheels fall off
Me and my bitches stick together like the Bradys
Run up on us, we won't save, we play crazy
slap with the trey-five strap
No muthafuckin truce
Get the ass cracked over the dome with the fuckin deuce-deuce
Don't make me have to act up
Cause
lil trey
Suppress ya appetite we taking ya lil' tray
Love my handgun but my chopper still the shit
Banned in 1994 but I'm to legit to quit
1996 kilos
sippin' that purple rain
I know it makes 'em crazy, it keeps me lazy
When back in '94 when Screw still had his gate up
He called me over to his house
shorts and
Slam dunk these riddles up in yo' chest like Jordan
Menace II Society mad man killer
Just call me the East Bay Gangsta
Neighborhood drug
stamped on my jeans with all my profit in my pocket
Too much money for a wallet and I ain't made it to college
But still can hit up Johnny, smack
I still picture your affection
I still hear you like we're talkin' on the phone
I still feel it
Like you're right there holdin' on to me
But
the four but I'm known in the trey
Killer from the 'Ville in a Chevrolet
Bumping 'Pocket Full of Stones' by UGK
That was my life circa nine trey
You should
ribs, cops shot ya whip
You've been chased by the pigs, sold the four year bid
Crashed cars, still came out without a scar
They tried to keep ya free
of that let me get back to business
Time to go and shawty wanna lyft it
Take it easy ima whip it
Hop in I'm gassed up
They was lit in the passenger
grab one by the hand youknowhatI'msayin
And uhh, throw up that finger
Ay yo yo yo throw y'all fingers up!
Thug style baby, Thug style y'know?
Tell
gown
My flag brown, I still crack (uh)
By my nuts my pill sack (uh)
Five sluts think I'm that (uh)
Started actin' I still rap (uh)
If it gets slow I
everybody pay
Now I pull up with a tool that make everybody wait
Everybody told me I'd be dead by 21
By 22 I really had to go and get a gun
Never stand
Mami, I know you miss me, don't you?
Haters, wish you could get me, don't you?
You should call me Uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demand
That
to ever do it, the best to ever do it
I feel like the greatest, woke up to honkies sounding like me
Never be as good, never be as good
Packing up
eyes
I
Spit 'cause I plan to shine
And still won't quit
When I pass my prime
As long as I live I'mma act alive
'Cause
Hannah Montana told me, "life's
lil trey
Suppress ya appetite we taking ya lil' tray
Love my handgun but my chopper still the shit
Banned in 1994 but I'm to legit to quit
1996 kilos
time.
We boys in da hood and nigga you Lil' Trey,
Suppress ya appetite, we takin ya lil' tray.
Love my handgun but my choppa still da shit,
Banned in
get you sitchy
Lil bro like wockesha and the other one like remy
They took a boot up break now they back out there still spinnin
Say my kanye prayers
I spend it I can't take it when the lord takes me away
With my lighter, with my lighter
Hey sissi, fill my drink up
Ain't no purple, ain't no take
gotta dip
It's on the floor, no time to sit
I had to show em how to lift
Got my weight up
Vanilla chocolate
Got my cake up
Trey Pound eat a nigga
I could
Niggas ain't ready for my new stuff
You're a prick by yourself, go and group up
And when Krept went States for the BETs
I was covering Krept like
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