Lyrics

I can't trust these bitches, these niggas is snitches Don't tell 'em your business just sit back and listen I can't go to prison these packs I had driven to make my commission cus money my mission I need me a trillion your trap I will kick in Knock doors off the hinges he don't have the chickens We killin' civilians shooting the women then kindnapin' children can't get no conviction Fuck your opinion I'm just tryna make a living I ain't robbin' for the pigeons then I'm posted in the kitchen I be nervous in the bitch because the cops be tryna listen Keep the [?] out my trap they had it all on television Plus word around town that the plug start snitching Had a spliff from his division he was fuckin' up my business But no matter the condition I be trappin' like a villain Let me bring the mask out like an '02 piston Take a nigga down he with the opposition I got a lotta plex but got alotta ammunition I don't go to war the shit I do is terrorism Leave your grandma in the house with her head missing Throw away the guns burn up the expedition We never snitch never squel carry on tradition I can spot a pussy nigga with my third vison Little greedy muthafucka stay in your position It's been all my cus my trap It's some goofy ass nigga asking me where it's at Never served him a sack I won't serve him a pack If you knock at my door I'll bust with the strap Better make yourself known or the semi gone clap Never lacking in the trap because I use my [?] cap No cell phone flipping cus the wires stay tapped Never lay your fuckin' head where you keep ya stash at Gotta cut a nigga off he ain't ever got ya back Leave a little cheese out if you lookin' for a rat If he fall for the trap let the muthafucka snap He a real muthafucka if he bring it right back Loyalty you can't buy thats a muthafuckin fact Keep ya niggas in line make sure shit intact When it's time to go to war all of 'me attack Make one phone call my front line handle that Don't need 30 niggas got a 30 on the Glock Don't need no circle got a infrared dot Never trust a friendly nigga with a scheme or a plot When the shit pop off he'll leave ya dead on the spot If you wanna kill a snake you gotta be a snake too Man the game so fake gotta make your own rules Cus it's all about the money do what ya gotta do Yall niggas don't know the shit I've been through Got this Trigga Max shit from my big cousin [?] The judge sent him up state gave his ass 42 Got this Jack Boy shit from my big bro Ju Some niggas shot in the face but he still pulled through Got this gettin money habit from my muthafuckin' daddy He just got out the feds now my momma real happy All the risks that I take I do this shit for Ms. Jackie Whether loading up Maggie's or I'm sellin' gram baggies See I can't go to jail, won't get caught lackin' If the laws run in here, all us get the clappin' If I ever go down I'm a keep my mouth glued One mistake in your crew and then your whole like screwed Locked up in the zoo with some Velcro shoes Lotta commisary food and some cheap shampoo On the same money hunt that Big Meeks pursued Tryna eat like a king and put my fam on too Finessin' on the plug with my brother [?] Could a went to the league but he trappin' like a fool Gotta stay lowkey so I made him go to school Yeah I let him trade the water but can't paddle his canoe My other brother 15 showed his ass a QP Right before he went too school he caught three felonies Gotta pay for his lawyer and his fuckin' education So I'm clearing out traps hurricane evacuation In other words translatation I be robbin' locations Leaving bodies on the pavement if you not donating Assaulting deadly with these weapons and a lot of aggravation Cus my time is money and I'm getting impatient Paranoid in the trap all the time that I'm facing Two scales four stoves and a new play station When the streets get dry I'm a keep the hydration Living every single day in paranoid situations
Writer(s): Nicholas Ruth, Max Frost Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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