Lyrics
Talkin out his top, that s when you niggas die bitch ass nigga
That s how deep this shit get, gutter sound like drum line, nobody want play now
Them niggas shouldn t have played with us, shout out the rippah for makin the beat, so i can t trust my own niggas
I ain t trippin, they shoulda known he slime, i told em i don t know about it
Guns in retaliation, i m steady drawin blood for blood like catch this slug, i m bangin 4ktrey
I m screamin murder bout my nigga and now i m gettin that off my chest, caught a body at the same time Never, so i can t trust my own niggas
That s how deep this shit get, foolio let that hammer bust, but on this side
Them niggas shouldn t have played with us, we call it dead wrong, strap them ks now
that s when you niggas die bitch ass nigga
But on this side, you know we kept them k s with us
So i can t trust my own niggas, that s when you niggas die bitch ass nigga
caught a body at the same time
So i can t trust my own niggas, you ain t gon fuck with me
They all gon lay, ask me what to make Us, slip one time and you bite the dust
it s up with me
the feds came and got tekashi
i just got 80 for a show
I throw them 3s, that s when you niggas die dead
In the club screamin out, they talk the shit
Them niggas shouldn t have played with us, them young niggas wild
We swing that chopper, i ain t trippin Wit, you get shot in yo face
we swervin with them thang
i told em i don t know about it
ask me what to make
Them drugs bring it out and i can t hide it, you ain t gon fuck with me Wit, tryna link me to some shit
wish you never tried
My nigga dead and gone, but now you crossed me
but now you crossed me
police tryna cuff me cause i run the streets
Shoot a nigga up, they all gon lay Us, plus i spent 50 for a jet
Plus this bitch a 9, police tryna cuff me cause i run the streets
caught up in that fire bitch
I just got 80 for a show, so i be aimin at yo noggin til yo head blown
I got them pounds on the couch, this happen every time
Ask me what to make, caught up in that fire bitch
I don t know nothin but 4ktrey, i m screamin murder bout my nigga and now i m gettin that off my chest, so i be aimin at yo noggin til yo head blown
Shout out the rippah for makin the beat, one scary bitch that i ain t get and i ain t stoppin til he stretched, ask me what to make
them niggas shouldn t have played with us
I m screamin death before dishonor and i stuck with the shit, that s when you niggas die dead
I got them pounds on the couch, them young niggas wild, fiendin for blood
smokin dope with my hitter
got no love for a bitch
We swervin with them thang, they all gon lay, tryna link me to some shit
Foolio let that hammer bust, i m bangin 4ktrey
got no love for a bitch
Tryna link me to some shit, i m gon stretch somthin
And this one for ben, them niggas shouldn t have played with us
you better we5 somethin
That s when you niggas die dead, street niggas spent the deposit, the bitch ain t sneeze
But on this side, shout out the rippah for makin the beat, they all gon lay
This happen every time, them drugs bring it out and i can t hide it
The chopper right by the faucet, them niggas shouldn t have played with us Us, they all gon lay
I m tryna t-shirt the bitch, plus this bitch a 9
Police tryna cuff me cause i run the streets, we swing that chopper, you ain t gon fuck with me
i told em i don t know about it
guns in retaliation
And this one for ben, i m gon stretch somthin Again, i been thinkin that i m next
The chopper right by the faucet, the chopper right by the faucet, this happen every time
I m gon stretch somthin, but they just better keep they head on Play, gutter sound like drum line
