Lyrics

Two of my niggas went down a on a murder case So that's two extra bodies that add to the murder rate I'm still goin' out with the niggas I came with Been workin this rap like a trap tryna get rich and famous Designer on me, double G's on my belt so that boy lookin stainless With this steel in my hand, Imma leave that boy leakin and brainless Ain't no snatchin my chain I got love for my gang, I got love for my gang and that shit never changes We made the partments hot, we had them J's comin in and out One way in and one way out You want pistol play? Watch how it play out My young niggas rob, they ain't got no job been working they move for a pay out New niggas think they gon move in the trap, that's one thing we don't play bout Nose wiper, slick as a fox when I'm swipin like Swiper I been the shit since a mufuckin diaper You can get hit from a range like a sniper No I'm not Slime but a nigga a shiest ya Remember them days when I sat on the block Catchin them plays we was dodgin the cops Came up on a jugg and brought it to the hood Intentions was right but we up to no good Come in yo trap and take over yo trap, wish a fuck nigga would Ain't nobody friendly around me don't get this shit misunderstood Can't wait til my niggas touch down and bring this shit back to the hood Aint nobody friendly round me don't get this shit misunderstood Two of my niggas went down a on a murder case So that's two extra bodies that add to the murder rate I'm still goin' out with the niggas I came with Been workin this rap like a trap tryna get rich and famous Designer on me, double G's on my belt so that boy lookin stainless With this steel in my hand, Imma leave that boy leakin and brainless Ain't no snatchin my chain I got love for my gang, I got love for my gang and that shit never changes
Writer(s): Jeriah Forte Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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