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tyrones big ballin
ready to whall out
pop pop bitch ass muthafucka
One of the younger homies was like, don t know where is father went
The og was like, better say your prayers tonight, he s barely breathing
Cause that s them niggas pulling up in the cadilla-pop pop pop pop, are the same niggas that we hit up the other week
Still rippin the 4 s, walked up to the local liquor store to get a swisher sweet
Cause that s them niggas pulling up in the cadilla-pop pop pop pop, i can t decide, oh crap the people who witnessed it can t believe it yo
better say your prayers tonight
And both of his eyes balls have rolled back, if i wanna bust my heat it s up to me
Another homie like naaah they ain t get back for that, before he walked in some dudes was like
Should i fight or should i run, you dont run these streets, you ain t never been no fucking g
And og was like fuck it he s dead now, and all the local neighborhood niggas would know
shit yall need to chill out
And drive by on some bitch niggas and dump clips, cause that s them niggas pulling up in the cadilla-pop pop pop pop Can't, we gon tug gats and bust back
In the land of the killing, yall dont even know who the fuck it was
They just shot him when his lives undone, yall dont even know who the fuck it was
Shit yall need to chill out, should i fight or should i run
We gon tug gats and bust back, all over some dumb shit, a bullet went through his skull cap
still rippin the 4 s
You ain t never been no fucking g, shit yall need to chill out
Cause everytime some shit be poppin off yall pull the steel out, this dude is the cause of a lot of shit
and to top it off i gotta watch my back
Tyrone does whatever his homies do, momma always yellin out, they just got assumptions
Real silent and passive, in the land of the killing
Gettin the dough, should i hide or get my gun
The boys gunna die and he knows that, this dude is the cause of a lot of shit
Never had no chicken feet, they just got assumptions Can't, still rippin the 4 s
Stay alive young son, walk with his fist clinched he was itching to blow Hopsin, tyrones big ballin
Are the same niggas that we hit up the other week, and to top it off i gotta watch my back
are the same niggas that we hit up the other week
He s ditchin class cause he feels like he don t belong in school, ready to whall out
The younger homie like nigga, shit yall need to chill out
better say your prayers tonight
pop pop bitch ass muthafucka
He wanna show the world he grew in some balls, yall fucking bugs Can't, oh crap the people who witnessed it can t believe it yo
and to top it off i gotta watch my back
So they roll up, 8 weeks in juvenile hall Decide, tyrones big ballin
should i hide or get my gun
you know what it is
we gon roll to his crib
Before he walked in some dudes was like, and drive by on some bitch niggas and dump clips
stay alive young son
we gon roll up on this nigga
They just shot him when his lives undone, they just got assumptions
And drive by on some bitch niggas and dump clips, should i fight or should i run
The man inside the liquor store dialed 911, walked up to the local liquor store to get a swisher sweet
And to top it off i gotta watch my back, are the same niggas that we hit up the other week Hopsin, his homies thought that they were violent assassins
Cause everytime some shit be poppin off yall pull the steel out, its hard enough trynna survive
should i hide or get my gun
You little niggas always whilin out, about to retaliate on this busta
Its hard enough trynna survive, before he walked in some dudes was like
Be careful shootin so you don t hit the kids, this dude is the cause of a lot of shit
We gon roll up on this nigga, yall got me stressed now
screamin help help
Should i hide or get my gun, its hard enough trynna survive
Should i hide or get my gun, you down fo it, momma always yellin out
And to top it off i gotta watch my back, its like he was born to fit the streets
With a sinister function, stay alive young son