歌詞
Yeah, man, y'all already know what the fuck going on, man
You're real screechy, ****
Man, we ain't gonna put no hook on them
Yeah, turn me up, man
Big Troop, Big Troop, Big Troop
Burglar in Pistol charges
Grew up off arm robberies
Trappin selling narcotics
Homicide was the habit
Try me, whoop whoop
Then ya ass hear them sirens
Oh, yeah, a product of my environment
It was the struggle in public housing
Yeah, I come from the country where we be wildin' all I know
Is to blrdddddd Gun violence
Second Street Sadie Lee where you gon' find it
**** don't like me, but won't try me
Couple **** fuck with me, but might slime me
Gotta stay on your pivoty, get grimy
**** pick sides, they dick riding own
Cousin wanna kill me, man
God damn it
Think I'm a spare em
That's not family
Homeboy lost his life
He was just gambling
From where I'm from, you'll understand it
A **** set your ass up for a couple of Xanny
Knock off ya top for a brick of cream
Catch ya at the red light
It's a murder scene
Young **** drop bodies at 16
He'll wipe your ass down no Mr. Clean
From the streets, you'll get it by any means **** smile in your face be the enemy
One up top in your Glock, when you in the street
Got a button on the back, make it shoot with ease
Taliban got a rocket from overseas
First young **** in the hood with one of these
That Bitch you love, but she for the streets
Don't be trusting these hoes
They'll make you weak
Bihh got me once
I ain't eat for weaks
But we back to the story we in the street
I'm from Alabama
ain't shit sweet
Play pussy, get Swiss cheese
Section 8 got apartment on Second Street
EBT was the only way I can eat
Kicking doors I survived off the flat screen
Selling dope
Dirty dollar
To crack fiend
Duck and dodging the laws on the back street
Chevy primed down
No AC
Baby draco ona front seat
First two bodies I caught, gave me cold feet
By the 4th, I'm a pro
Ain't no ho in me
Double cup full of syrup
Help me go to sleep
Roll a backwood
Put my mind at ease
With a fine hoe
Gonna rub my feet in a Section 8
Staying rent free
We gonna trap it out, **** All week
oh Yeaaaaa
Yeah, ****
Y'all already know what the fuck going on
Big troop
Big troop
Big troop
Real street, ****
We in this bitch right now
I'm in this motherfucker right now
With a pickle egg
And a canned Faygo, ****
The orange kind
She ain't have grape
Shout out to the candy lady
Shout out my **** Head Daddy
Shout out Tommy Cook
First candy man in the neighborhood
Buy a pickle leg
Get a pickle leg free, ****
Real trench, baby
Oh, yeaaaaaa
Written by: Keyuntae M Bealey
