Traumatized (feat. Liquez, SJ, A.S.A.P., LD & Dimzy)

I couldn't give a fuck what the judge said

I'm still out pushing work, screaming, fuck feds

And that long nose spinner got enough lead

****, mind where you step or get drop dead

Twenty five in the M and that's a death threat

Scream 67k and that's enough said to get dead

Yes, I'm mad, Liquez, and I'm corrupted

I've got a cold heart and a hot head

I won't think twice, I just go get

I do the mad thing, I won't regret

I back my shotty and make you see dead

Just remember that and I mean it

Original member, man can't call me no prospect

Me and bro always does this

I see him get hit with an object

I don't give a dash, we'll all bang that

Mash board day in public

Like what's all the banter, for real, let a

Man know what's the subject

Man, bounce with the gauge, yeah, I try move sick with it

When the boss comes in, I get a pack and I'm flipping it

Ram, man, snap, we some Pyrex boys, they just keep whipping it

Don't lack, get a mash, move sick with it

TR's got packs in Lowes, Tooks OT with both

LD puts am on the road, gun play fires off poles

Dim dimmer, that **** moves low, ASAP's kway in O

Free M loose, thats bro

I hope that my bros land road

Its real life, the odd balls look strong like they locked all my guys

Yeah, you better think twice

Can we still on the six and we still with the pipes

Yeah, they wet like wipes

They say they got theirs and they know I got mines

You can try roll a dice

But the luck ain't there and the skanks my type

Fuck feds, they got my **** stressing

I fly cunch with a pack and flip it

I'm lurking with a Ramsey, catch a opp and fish him

Motherfucker, I don't lack, I don't do slipping

Bro got a gun habit, always finger itching

I'm after a head shot when that spin, spin hears crashin'

**** better duck dive and dash in

I've moved loads of work with my trap team

Crack rocks and bad b

Scribs came in with a box that smelt like a dead fox

Fuck my mans girl, that bitch gives dead top

I give hooker leg then I leg off

Whip that skank out the coat like Shirley

Feds keep locking my bredrins up but we still tryna do a man dirty

Got a bow from the plug but this ones peng like Birdie

Wiseman Said that I got to move low 'cause the fed won't burden me

Tryna give me the thirty

But I still put boxes of rolls, these feds can't tell me nothing

Smoke man from a bowl, that's normal, they ain't gotta ask me nothing

Try leave, man, hashtag, dead up and live life normal

Them **** try run up on me, joke thing

Hit him with a stick like a pool ball

I pick up the skank then I ride then I think about the jail stuff later

Out here all day on the low, serving food like a waiter

In my four door I do the dash

Skank in a four door truck tryna push mans forehead back

M ten holds like twenty bells and it kicks off mad

Watch him buckle and slip

When them Luger shells crash through his back

Luger shells crash through his back

I fly OT with packs

On the M one smoking the Amie spliff and the head's so fat

I ross down spliffs like a rasta man but I'm a young black Af

Trap, trap, man got light and dark in the cling from wraps

In the cling from wrapped

Big bells in that dots

No jingle bells when I bop

On the M one, I got sixty three grams in the car, man, a get that gone

I hit stains, yeah, I take mans grub

Take mans car then I take mans guac

I was outside, lurking round like a fox

**** talking like **** ain't been shot

**** talking like **** ain't been robbed

Dip man down tryna rest those opps

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