Pipe that shit up, TnT
Tahj Money
Dmac on the fucking track
Bordeaux and Non Native
Im the one who tried to make a way when we was strugglin
I remember rain, sleet, and snow, I was hustlin
Know the feds watchin, middle fingers to the government
Glock in this Louis pouch, nigga, I aint tusslin
Catfish, he dont really know who he fuckin with
Opps send a message, you grab a Drac to rebuttal it
Had a undertaker at your tombstone, shovelin
Hell yeah, hollows bound to chew em like some Doublemint
Made it out the field with som niggas I was thuggin with
Well send some shots through thy crowd while they huddlin
Im the type to leave it in the streets, I aint discussin it
Tryna make it flip, I need that Rolls-Royce Cullinan
Old bitches trippin, cut her off like a Backwood
Middle of the trenches, thats where me and the guys stood
Killers anonymous, black masks and black hoods yeah, uh, uh
Walk down on him, make sure he get clapped good uh, uh
I feel like the man of the hour I do
This gun on me gun on me, Im demandin the power brr
He never talk to my face nah, that man is a coward
Ayy, uh, uh
Go lookin for him every hour, uh
I member nights in the tower I do
She suckin my dick out the shower
Tell her, Be quiet, she told me, Fuck me even louder
Ayy, ayy, uh
Paid now paid now, feet up feet up
All of your sneakers is beat up they are
Percocet Percocet, geek up geek up
You see the police and we speed up
Uh, yeah, look
They tryna catch us and link us they tryna catch us and link us
Uh, yeah, they tryna find us
But they dont know where to meet us, uh bow
She wanna chill with me and all my niggas she do
She get extra freaky off the liquor uh, uh
She told us that she got a man what?
So we extra sneaky when Im with her
She a lil bad broad uh, she wanna go mad far uh-uh
Fivio Foreign in a fast car, Im 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, Im flexin with gang, Im a real one
Reminiscin about all of my decisions
Embracin the way of livin, I was runnin through the field, dumb
Couple niggas disrespectin, we done killed them
Keep a shooter, they wont see, he my lil one
30 shots, we aint into usin lil guns
Nigga talkin like he know me, he my real son
Rap beef, fuck the cap, Ima drill some
Put the glizzy to your melon, make you feel dumb
Headshot, all black, he wont feel nothin
Couple hollows to his back, we done filled him
Headshot or a lifelong sentence
What you need for them to label you a real one