Rosedale, E Street, D Fuck don't like You
I've been in the trap, I've totin' my iron In the grippin' my nine I done put my on the line, yeah I've been gettin' money, ain't got time I put shooters on the line They ain't even comin' We just want a homicide, we just want a Somebody die today, somebody got die We just a homicide, we just want a homicide Somebody gotta die today, got die
1] When they killed my nigga Swipe, man, it changed my life Told my nigga Mike everything is alright when gutta Frank White got it done on sight 50 round drum, nigga, run for your I'm my mama's son, so I gotta get it right Take a loss, rob, I'ma get it back tonight, no problem Nigga, hell nah, we fight If I make a body drop, in the mornin', take a flight, life All these bitches for a price, that's right Opps came through night, that was slight Can't how my niggas spent the Ben on a bike You say you a shooter, you you are not the type I've been on the low, I've been watchin' for the I've been writin' letters to my niggas in the You wanna ever make my shooter cut his dreads No you can't hang, nigga, you too him to the bridge, let him hang from the ledge We gon' get kid, nigga, all you see is red That's just how it is, have you in the bed a real hitter, nigga, that's what I said Glock in the Moncler, that's a lot of shots in peace to T, he got shot there It's so many killings, how you not That's it was real, you was not there I from where call the bitch the red zone Where we like to turn into a dead Trappin' out the go tthe bread long Two to the dome, nigga's head gone I'm from we hit 'em with the remix Turn around and it on some G shit on some police shit We gon' hit your block on creep shit
I've in the trap, I've been totin' my iron In the kitchen my nine I done put my on the line, yeah I've gettin' money, ain't really got time I put on the opps' line They even comin' outside We just want a homicide, we just a homicide Somebody gotta die today, got die We want a homicide, we just want a homicide gotta die today, somebody got die