No 9 jeans on me
No 9 jeans too flee
Jus got the pack i got it for free
Beam onna glock u cld get leaked
Im in ny wit my bro alyx
2 much gas can’t een breathe
Boy u in last can’t een see
Can’t come round boy u a lame
I jus hopped off of da plane
Im pourin drop this ain’t no plain
I got a chop this ain’t no game
Real hittas ion say no names
We’ll get em if he hit on us
Real sippin dont drink the same
I hit dat boy in his gut
Still trippin if he try to run
Fmj inside this gun
Boy you cld get popped in yo chest
He talkin we lay him to rest
We shot him went right thru his vest
His death is the promise we kept
If u want a problem den pull up
Like who do i gotta murk nex
Da bank rly hate me cuz im
Innat b#tch everyday n im cashin a check
Smokin yo bro n we tappin our necks
Move thru the city the feds onmy jock
Im way 2 hot boy i can’t een live
Im way 2 high boy i can’t een walk
Way 2 up n i know they sick
We got the addy we got the drop
I bought a glock n it came wit a switch
Is u gon live, probably not
I spent ur rent on a bottle of tris
He wanna copy the drop
Im round blue strips like a crip
I spent 2 10s on a watch
Ur rent in my cup boy u can’t get a sip
Pop dat boy off for not lockin his lips
U talkin hot n yo block gettin lit
Stay wit the heat if im takin a trip
Sneakin a glock thru tsa
Spillin yo dna
Im on yo block like psa
I jus hopped off of da plane
I jus hopped off of da plane
I cannot be round no lame
I cannot rock wit these kids
Theyd switch on they brother for fame
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Roxas Lyrics – Tsa freestyle
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