Lay There

That's my nigga Tripp right there Play that shit Jack Chop bust stock Glock customized Already know what's up with mine nigga play then he gone lay there Ain't his block that boy don't stay there Bet he come outside, bullets fly on sight I leave your brain there Frrrttt It's a stain there, so much pain here Made a dub lost my dawg in the same year I can't make enough, ran it up but I need more than what I made here I run this money up, put it in the shoebox nigga, ain't no banks here Tell lil bro I'm gone kill them niggas I don't care if it take years Tender bout them hoes you brought a bitch you know I stay here Let that lil' bitch drop that lo it's okay I keep a K here I been riding with them goons lookin for a nigga to kill Them niggas keep on dying they ain't really in the field I done been up in that jam nigga I ain't never squeal If you ain't never caught no body I can teach you how to drill Throw your mask and gloves on and do your homework on they street You can get him gone with a Glock but I recommend a .223 Make sure you got a stoley when you ready to go and creep And when you pop out to kill him you better do it one deep Cause this shit get real deep niggas dying in these streets I ain't Wade I catch a million charges before I leave the Heat Bitch I'm repping 92nd I be throwing up the East We make them niggas change they name nigga, fuck a LMG Chop bust stock Glock customized Already know what's up with mine nigga play then he gone lay there Ain't his block that boy don't stay there Bet he come outside, bullets fly on sight I leave your brain there Frrrttt It's a stain there, so much pain here Made a dub lost my dawg in the same year I can't make enough, ran it up but I need more than what I made here Ride around town clutching a 50 There ain't no love in my city, head to toe In Givenchy, that's why they hate him (Aww, aww, aww, ahh) Not a penny hit the road, grab a bow, we break the bank here He gone miss I got rank here Hella love hella thug, right there by my name Pour a dub in my drink, Sprite turn pink here Stay on your pivot can't even blink here Got three pistols like why you need them Only two arms, but I got arms in my car for who need them Catch an opp and beat em Got a pole but don't need it don't live how they speaking P Phife shit, slap em for no reason Lo prepared for treason Won't believe what I saw, lost my dog with my own eyes, I saw him bleeding Put a 30 in this Glock, got on his top, bet I bleed him Seen a lot, It's a lot I can teach em Chop bust stock Glock customized Already know what's up with mine nigga play then he gone lay there Ain't his block that boy don't stay there Bet he come outside, bullets fly on sight I leave your brain there Frrrttt It's a stain there, so much pain here Made a dub lost my dawg in the same year I can't make enough, ran it up but I need more than what I made here