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Pipe that shit up TnT
Tahj Money
Dmac on the fucking track
Bordeaux and Non Native
I'm the one tried to make a way
When we was strugglin'
I remember rain
Sleet or snow I was hustlin'
Know the feds watchin'
Middle fingers to the government
Glock in this Louis pouch
Nigga I ain't tusslin'
Catfish he don't really know
Who he fuckin' with
Opps send a message
You grab a Drac' to rebuttal it
Had the undertaker
At your tombstone shovelin'
Hell yeah hollows 'bout
To chew 'em like some Doublemint
Made it out the field
With some niggas
I was thuggin' with
We'll send some shots through
They crowd while they huddlin'
I'm the type to leave
It in the streets
I ain't discussin' it
Tryna make a flip
I need that Rolls-Royce Cullinan
Old bitch is trippin'
Cut her off like a Backwood
Middle of the trenches
That's where me
And the guys stood
Killers anonymous
Black mask and black hoods
Walk down on him
Make sure he get clapped good
I feel like the man of the hour
This gun on me
I'm demandin' the power
He never talk to my face
Your man is a coward
Go looking for him every hour uh
I remember nights in the tower
She suckin' my dick out the shower
Tell her be quiet
She told me fuck her even louder
Paid now feet up
All of your sneakers is beat up
Percocet geek up
We see the police
And we speed up
Uh yeah look they try to catch us
And link us
Uh yeah they tryna find us
But they don't know
Where to meet us
She wanna chill with me
And all my niggas
She get extra freaky off
The liquor uh
She told us that
She got a man
So we extra sneaky
When I'm with her
She a lil' bad broad
She wanna go mad far
Fivio Foreign in a fast car
I'm in a fast car uh
Fresh in the game
Still see it as a blessin' the same
Hundred thousand 'round
My neck for the chain
Tryna go out like
A vet in the game
Put respect on my name
No security I flex with gang
I'm a real one
Reminiscin' about all my decisions
Embracin' the way of livin'
I was runnin' through the field dumb
Couple niggas disrespected
We done killed them
Keep a shooter
They don't see he my lil' one
30 shots we ain't
Into using lil' guns
Nigga talkin' like
He know me
He my real son
Rap beef fuck the cap
I'ma drill some
Put the glizzy to your melon
Make you feel dumb
Headshot all black
He don't feel nothin'
Couple hollows to his back
We done filled 'em
Headshot or a life long sentence
What you need for them to
Label you a real one
