Really had enough of the talkin
Creep round dere tryna fill mans coffin
Colton got wet in his loft and
Brandon got hit Hit a pole then offed it
Drew love verb on the net but i beat his #ss
Every time i dropped him
Next time spot em got em
Wet man down tryna make CID chalk him
I got this thing on me i dont got time for the CID
Or all the lies they post IG
How they still rap and we got down three
No get back we ain’t heard their ends
Only on tracks but talk is cheap
n#gg#s talk broke i really dont get it
No translator i dont wanna speak
Remember when Curtis and his friend got beat
Tryna hit sav got took off his feet
Armando be pissing his pants
I pulled up to his street and he left for a week
I can’t even trip off my man he was in school playin ball for a team
I was back and forth on the wing Locked down by myself they ain’t gimme a thing
Jus got out fling corn
Two wep step i feel like bond
Boy get f#cked no p#rn
Said he want smoke lungs cheech and chong
I dont why da f#ck man was born
Hopped off the porch end up gettin him gone
Had a 17 doin dirt tucked under my shirt but the sh#t too long
Got a 19 at 18 and never saw hakeem again why the f#ck he stop
I was 16 you was 20 years plus and i ain’t give a f#ck n#gg# sent him the drop
Came wit another boul jus cuz he p#ss# and since he pressed me ima send him to god
Bro got a K we gone send it yo way then go pick up play bro got waves like he Rod
Like I said at that start of the tune i bang tools can’t do no chat
n#gg#s lyin say they doin up trap
Stash house licked and he got no packs
We done wet up three can’t get them back
Only vets wit me we bang them waps
Tryna hit man chest send his heart thru back
So many men love talk on my name
But no trips been done by them
Reach for my belt like toolman tim
When i back my Glock they dont back they friends
Step like london swinging chinging tryna get round and make man drown
Whole set drumming them g locks singin catch one round get a big man down
Really chased just down ryland in the whip i upped that b#tch
Seen a car he went round
I really should slap myself i was high off a bean
Belt stuck and i couldn’t get out
f#ck it dot dot straight at his family if i can’t wet em up tryna make them proud
Dont get cut tryna be in that crowd end up in the dirt wit ya cap and gown
Gang still out on the blocks smoking arlen jacks this sh#t so thrax
He hit a pole but he shouldve hit gas boy f#ck wit the mandem
Now he a pack
Beef wit da 3 5 gang do steppins
Brandon got hit wit like 10 or 11
Head hit the wheel while in traffic
He claim he a demon that boy ain’t in heaven
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