Lyrics:
Bullets gon hit that nigga (bullets gon what bullets gon what)
Brody gon get that nigga
If he tryda run if tryda hide
My demons go flip that
comedy
Making me laugh
Errbody got they own point of view
Errbody tell you what you suppose to do
Errbody gossip gossip on Facebook
I went live to tryda
Tryda Take Mine's You Gon' Die Wit It
I'm Running The Streets Till I Die In It
Double F's On The Bag Wit c Pound In It
If She Leaving Wit Me Ima
Now we bein petty like its high school
Yeah
Big breaks on the bitch yeah
Shawty really tryda play her s****
Yeah
Shawty really tryda play her games
take a loss)
Bro gone take da charge
And ima pay it off (Ima pay it off)
Tryda pull my card Ima show you Ima boss
(Tryda pull my card ima show you ima
Uh
Messy Gz
Veerside
I got the wave nigga
Dreads drippin money get it just the age Different
Messy motivated every time I wake nigga
Tryda Stay
a new maserati
Fuck a label don’t need to sign me
Taking yo bitch is a hobby
Put him in a hearse if he tryda rob me
I’m spitting that raw shit
High
why she tryna cap like she ain’t know me?
Like, you know who the fuck I am (heh heh)
(Aye Aye)
All for the fame they trolling, tryda do me like forty
Martin had a dream to keep the peace but they killed him for it
Malcom x tryda wake the streets and they killed him for it
Nip he was on the same
Ya homie ain’t ya homie
Shorty tryda dub me now she claim that you know me ?
I will never tell them bout the money that you owe me hadda get it
Bitches tryda run game but ian bouta be they ps5
Sucked my fuckin life away but now i'm back revived
Tryda take my life away but mad that ian die
You
got no squares in my circle
I shoulda known that you never loved me
She gon tryda do me dirty than a cup lean
But I don't really care I really don't
I got copy clones they tryda what I'm on
They tote sticks an stone jus like me when I'm alone
I got blue Benjamins an I'm rockin tha Vlone
I'm
Tryda run up a bag
And put it up fast
Kuz people gone switch on you anyway
They swore that the 1700 block Monsta
Got low inda hills to go hibernate
(Omgbrodie)
People tryda party in the next room
Yea I walked out feeling like i hurt you
All those diamonds flooding on me like a monsoon
Girl Ill
Iono who need to hear it
Dey gon really tryda stop yo grind
Dey gon really tryda stop yo show
Iono who dis 4
Dey gon really show u love on da up
the song that keeps this shit real
Baby it's the way tryda' hide it
You've got me feelin' lazy
I'm stoned and I'm feelin' lazy
Inside well i'm goin nowhere
sympathy ain't gotta feel for me
Po out some drank or pop a pill for me
My own family they use to steal from me
Turned around and tryda get a dollar bill
you, You went missing
You tryda pass the ball and I fumbled
Sad to say I failed that mission
Turns out I'm a dead beat uncle
MyeMye I'm so sorry
You'll
Ima city kid but you'll neva see me milly rock
I bang wit the mexicans but I ain't fukin wit the guacc
My last bitch tryda trap me wit a lil kid
you down, if you tryda play with zach
And if you looking for the weed , just hit up E10 he be flipping the pack (yeah, yeah)
I don't know what's up in
lose it
Lighting up like all the gas
And imma try'da go defuse it
When I make another song, and I be making the racks
Look I made another hit,
Is you gone stay down when shit get wocky
We could be like Adrian and Rocky
And when you mad you gone tryda box me
You know I cant do you sloppy
Can't never say I change boy I been solid I stick to the code
I could hear the beat throbbing in my head
It's time to switch with the mode
Tryda play
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