Lyrics:
touchin' more diesel than Shaq old lady boy
You did it I done it I get I punish
The shit that I come wit'll separate a rib from a stomach
I'm the boss
don't like sitting nah we all proactive
You can get bent like an angle protractor
Then we gone bury yo ass wit a tractor
Move like a raptor
Not like none
next time ima spark
Especially them niggas I seen by the park
But it's only two niggas that's safe y'all
Fuck a K
Twenty-two trey out the AR
I was
they both rich, so what that gotta do wit Joe?!
I gotta bring home food for Joe...Trey that is...
Like, fuck why I say that shit?!
See, girl why you take
God come and take me out, this side all wrong
I don't wanna live here no more, I
I don't move around, then they gon' kill me in my home
The ones you
as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's bergendy, White T, bergendy
You match now, back down
Niggas love to hate you, but
as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's bergendy, White T, bergendy
You match now, back down
Niggas love to hate you, but
see what i'm doing
They can't fuck wit me
They see how i'm moving
They wanna be just like me
Look at everything I wear
Every time you see me different
Yea, ay
What is life? I thought you'd know
You planted a damaged seed, determined to see it grow
Sprouted up wit some weeds but we'd never partake
a good place
Where I come from it's ugly
Hood niggas they love me
The reason you fuck wit' me I don't know why
I know it's a lie
I don't know why I'm
fuck with ya mind
Word of advice don't follow the streets, follow the signs
'cause the last thing you wanna do is get lost, cause it might just cost
fuck with ya mind
Word of advice don't follow the streets, follow the signs
'cause the last thing you wanna do is get lost, cause it might just cost
the four but I'm known in the trey
Killer from the 'Ville in a Chevrolet
Bumping 'Pocket Full of Stones' by UGK
That was my life circa nine trey
You should
rather it quickly
I may not be remembered as the best,
that's cool, long as y'all don't forget me
Now who the fuck you think is living to this day
I try
I'm the best seller
Like a trey deuce, spray you as these shots penetrate through Dre's booth
And go straight through your grapefruit, no escape route
the bullshit
Im still wit ya
I gave you my all
That wasn't enough
You wanted some more from me
I showed you off for the World to see
You was way more than just
(SplurgeTheGod made another one)
Nigga I'm cutthroat, on B Jizzle, nigga
Fuck you talking ’bout? (Woah oh, oh)
Trey walk 'em down gang, gang
Hit us
And be protected by No Limit tanks, soldiers with K's and hand grenades
Could you recall a soulja that used to be crawlin'
Now I'm ballin', don't plan
fucks with me
Can a gangster go to Heaven? Let me in
I call it survival, you call it a sin
Damn, I got a story to tell
Yeah, I got a story to tell
Yeah,
cuz you know I neva run
Gotta problem wit the kid bet my fists can be the sum
I can do this by myself I told my brodas not to come
I put fear in you
risen above we got no more love
Peace turtle dove.
Do we need em?
We dont need em (dad)
We dont need em (trey)
We dont need em
We dont need em
We dont
safe I flipped and hit â??em wit more shit
Chorus 2X:
Teflon:
Introducin' the best kept secret
It's no sweet shit I
the
Gas runs out (there goes ya Benz)
They just don't make my breed no more
Nobody lives by the code of the street no more
I don't deal wit the nonsense,
Ain't no fucking wit me I don't Have time to be wasting with You
Getting to it, interstate yeah I Really do it
Interstate bitch I really move it
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