Memory Out The Puddle

I don't leave the house without my piece I'm tryna step on him We gon rep on him step on all his cousin nem And his brother nem You better not show no love to them Plotting on touching them you know that I don't fuck with them I been stacking up my cheese that's on my mother nem I done got my memories out the puddle I loved you like you're kin to me like no other But you turned to my enemy so it's fuck ya I'm thugging I'm yea They praise him they scared He died in his bed We flying them in To all my fallen soldiers Bring that pressure they gon flip the script like motorola Had to backdoor??? and tino he a fucking cobra Hope you know I can't go He ducking off in all the heater through his nose You gon know he dead if you just watch his toe Free cemetery dead bodies buried We paint everybody red when we come from out that backstreet Automatically put your shit up and park hopping out the backseat We gon treat him like a bean when I smoke this shit won't ever leave I don't leave the house without my piece I'm tryna step on him We gon rep on him step on all his cousin nem And his brother nem You better not show no love to them Plotting on touching them you know that I don't fuck with them I been stacking up my cheese that's on my mother nem I done got my memories out the puddle I loved you like you're kin to me like no other But you turned to my enemy so it's fuck ya Fuck you N---a fuck you I don't fuck with them you fuck with them so fuck you too They hit the corner with 15 sticks this finna be a bloody room