Lyrics

They know I don't talk much I let that time do it I'm gon keep my chops shut, clip full of shinny bullets All my opps done got touched, new pain we be fighting through it Thug life living and I get it they want mine ruined Hoes and triggers I'm pulling, got thrown in that zoo cage My bizz don't put your mind into it, get and giving new pain Threw medal never threw shade, they hate to see a goon paid Homies ain't the homies couple showed me they was two face Tryna dodge a new case, if we catch you bitch we beat ya Y'all swear, but ain't even more g then my abuelita Real suckah sleeper, goon block monsters Still thugging with my creatures, fucking up your roster In this street shit it ain't nothing but some foul play These hands and straps sleep shit we ain't wit your clown games I'm still that drilla from the sixth up in that cell cage When it comes to the funk we don't give a fuck about no out date Really on that act ive shit That's on the gp fuck your pc click Blast em like a tat leave that crime scene lit You sprayed but didn't tag attempt m's they don't mean shit All pro player hitting shit making highlights If we don't see you on the field That's when we pull up to your sidelines We end careers Made em shed blood more then we shedded tears Stomp on anybody tripping stepping near They know I don't talk much I let that time do it I'm gon keep my chops shut, clip full of shinny bullets All my opps done got touched, new pain we be fighting through it Thug life living and I get it they want mine ruined Hoes and triggers I'm pulling, got thrown in that zoo cage My bizz don't put your mind into it, get and giving new pain Threw medal never threw shade, they hate to see a goon paid Homies ain't the homies couple showed me they was two face
Writer(s): Robert Ruacho Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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