GoToHell (feat. Plug2Slimey)
T-Money
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Yeah, you already know what the f*ck it is, nigga Straight gang, no lame shit, nigga And if you ain't gang, you can hang Bitch, get your brain split, bitch Stupid girl, be for real, she probably tell me go to hell Gotta put up with ah Aries, it's okay, she thick as hell And the feds givin' out Ricos, we can't send it through the mail 357, it get real, cause when we spin won't drop ah shell Stupid girl, be for real, she probably tell me go to hell Gotta put up with ah Aries, it's okay, she thick as hell And the feds givin' out Ricos, we can't send it through the mail 357, it get real, cause when we spin won't drop ah shell I ain't givin' out no drop, we see that drop, bodies gon' drop Bae I'm focused on the block, you always worried bout my cock I ain't worried bout no ops, I got this Glock, I bust your top You can't fit in with the gang, I heard your bitch-ass talk to cops I heard he lookin' for T-Money, tell dat nigga, send his drop Uncle Dude cried like ah bitch, cause he got hit, his bitch-ass drop Finesse God all in my mentions, tell him, bro, I let it rock You ain't speakin' to my father when I say come hear my pops Stupid girl, be for real, she probably tell me go to hell Gotta put up with ah Aries, it's okay, she thick as hell And the feds givin' out Ricos, we can't send it through the mail 357, it get real, cause what we spin won't drop ah shell Stupid girl, be for real, she probably tell me go to hell Gotta put up with ah Aries, it's okay, she thick as hell And the feds givin' out Ricos, we can't send it through the mail 357, it get real, cause what we spin won't drop ah shell I don't f*ck with new niggas, boy, you know that shit ain't law And they ain't speakin' on Lil' Plug, cause if they did, I'd spark my dog And they ain't never show me no love, but want support man that shit off Some shit I couldn't afford back then, but now, bitch, I buy it all Niggas lyin', yeah, they willin', ain't hard to find, go send that message Bruhh hit out dat car put shit on ah stretcher, locked in with T-Money, that nigga my stepper Can't f*ck with ah nigga, that fold under preasure, I slide for my brother, I click at who ever I was down to the shore, hadda make shit better, I was taught to go hustle, young nigga don't let up Been smokin' good all night, doin' shits in my sixes, feel like Mike Straight standin' on business, nigga, fight for your life, how the f*ck is you with it, but fold up on sight Straight spankin' them niggas, and I wasn't even tight, bruhh got hit in his shit, now his face needs some ice Ain't fuckin' with them bitch niggas, them niggas hide, put ur man in the air, man dis shit got me high I'm back and I'm better, new shit bout to drop, Man free, Lil Leek, he be back on that block Man long live the men putting shit up on lock, Can't speak on the men, cause that shit gettin' stopped The youngest gon' win, no matter the cost He got put in the air, cause he thought he got heart Took L to the chin, and I still never dropped It's ah matter of time before your ass get popped
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