Texty

Aint tryna live this life of sin, my blockas really get it in Got bros in the crack spot and bros living on the wing Shotters rolling with the pack And shotters rolling with the ting Know opps that really hold it down And opps that love to fucking sing. aint tryna live this life of son My blockas really get it in Got bros in the crack spot and bros living on the wing Shotters rolling with the pack And shotters rolling with the ting Know opps that really hold it down And opps that love to fucking sing Little bro said chill out kick back and just do the math You aint gonna win a war beefing with a super grass Back to slapping graft doing laps with the food and cash Pull up on these slappers with the gang and they just do the dash My team stick together we don't give a fuck who they bring We all bleed the same blood get smoked like a superking Stepping on some steppers wrap 'em up call it riz and cling Hitters posted up in brum on go with the fizzing bing The fame could of brought new friends But I just stayed down Broke and bummy days trapping hard to some blade brown I'm from south manny get your wig like it's cape town 30 bags will leave your dick in the dirt face down So much to lose but i still sleep in the t Double burst 9's flaky cream and the best b Stardog, spanish haze, cali come and check me I'm the man with the green jackets like it's tetley Aint tryna live this life of sin, my blockas really get it in Got bros in the crack spot and bros living on the wing Shotters rolling with the pack And shotters rolling with the ting Know opps that really hold it down And opps that love to fucking sing This Louis V holds 30 should of got the next size Use that for a hot you need a next ride Used to be the gang now he's stepping with some next guys Death before dishonour makes sense why he's telling lies 10 waps put down with 10 up in each clip Floating over barton bridge with couple bricks in the whip Chase that cheddar 24s you know I've gotta' make it flip Throw the s to key bugz and watch him just let it rip Shottin' stones in my ends so I left him bleeding Real trappers double tap the scales get the real reading Sweets biting on the plastic like a baby teething Up and down round and round gotta' get these sales speeding Young gunners in the field And they're tryna get these boulders gone Never took advantage of a younger, put my olders on Play your cards right they're worth money like a pokémon Searching for that 10 10 brown like a golden one Aint tryna live this life of sin My blockas really get it in Got bros in the crack spot and bros living on the wing Shotters rolling with the pack and shotters rolling with the ting Know opps that really hold it down And opps that love to fucking sing Aint tryna live this life of sin, my blockas really get it in Got bros in the crack spot and bros living on the wing Shotters rolling with the pack And shotters rolling with the ting Know opps that really hold it down And opps that love to fucking sing
Writer(s): Jacob Daniel Jones, Olu Baba Tunde David Finni Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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