Lyrics

Creepin' on a late night Keep it on the low When it's smoke I'ma sco' Gotta take one nigga Bout a bag for the opp Got a lot off top Bitch I'm walk 'em down tre Betta not play with 'em I told her believe in me Break a bitch for a whip No lie ima keep getting richer Give a fuck 'bout ya gang It's me and my niggas Put that on gang Just me and my hittas Want a house out in Cali Tell 'em I step on a Patek Bought a p buss down no cappin FN in the cabinet Lil Tre they can't help it he ba lil bitch Don't he look like his daddy Ready to walk 'em down We gon' hit 'em up in traffic Stalk 'em down walk 'em down Throw away the ratchet Oh Lil Tre 'bout that action Eighth Grade at school with this tool in my Micky D's race car jacket Live the life of a savage Why would you think that I'm average I know you heard I be spazzin' Betta go ask 'em Duck tape, cut 'em up Nigga im a cutthroat assassin Bet it on me when I roll these dice Strap on me nah ain't nothing nice Buss down rollie don't need no ice New AP don't need no lights oh yeah yeah I got blood money on my conscience And I got dirty bodies on this choppa I spend dirty money on my potnas I just put this riffle on my bible I got blood money on my conscience And I got dirty bodies on this choppa I spend dirty money on my potnas I just put this riffle on my bible When I talk to moms I thank her It was like God sent me a angel She be like "Try to avoid the opps But baby they get in yo way, stank 'em" I rather see you in jail than dead So fuck the feds I keep one in the head Fight who? I'll never be Craig Don't push me I'm already on the edge Ain't even gotta expose them niggas That's just a image nigga know you a kill 'em I told Big A to be cool He really wanna run 'em down and stand over them niggas Ain't worth it Real talk bruh we live in a circus I told you the fake was gone drown Go down when real niggas come to the surface My BM she get in her feelings And run to the internet promoting opps A week later come back apologizing Man I swear this bitch tryna get popped Oh I'm traumatized quick plan Watch that lil shit you be saying But I still give her money and conversation Cus if I don't I won't see my lil man, damn I got blood money on my conscience And I got dirty bodies on this choppa I spend dirty money on my potnas I just put this riffle on my bible I got blood money on my conscience And I got dirty bodies on this choppa I spend dirty money on my potnas I just put this riffle on my bible
Writer(s): Melvin A. Noble Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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