paroles de chanson Town Talk - Tre Savage , FSG Rell

FSG you know the name gotta represent for my fucking gang
In a foreign with 10K and a pound on me still switching lanes
Smoking loud toting hell of guns screaming fuck the law that's on everything
You a rap na, I'm a trap na, don't compare us pussy we are not the same
If you don't fuck with me and I don't fuck with you, don't hit me up you just acting fake
Jealous ns talk behind my back, when I see y'all pussies say it to my face
Tell my lil bro all the time, don't you ever give up no fucking tape
And if you catch a body and they catch on, you got one option, do the race
Nightmare when my glock out, when I dump this nine better watch out
Real talk I don't need a stick, any one of y'all can get knocked out
My na Ohso tear you limb from limb
Ns mad at me cause I took they bitch
Recognize it, I been stamped, been doing me since I took a risk
All my ns coming off the hip
We turnt up, we just found a lick
Miracle how I'm making magic, got 32 that I'm about to whip
Everybody know I got moves aye
Everybody kno I got moves aye
Everybody kno I got moves aye
Everybody kno I got moves chea
Ain't no telling what I'm gone finesse
Robbed the crib need a new connect
Lil buddy pussy so trash, but her head good so I need the neck
Swear to god don't play wit me, gotta hundred shooters they spray for me
Cross that line, ain't no coming back, there's nothing else you can say to me
Got my young buhl she a ride or die, she on go, she rock and roll
Pray for ns that test me cause the Mazzis with me really fucking throwed
You's a bitch I can't be around you cause the rumor is that you fucking told
Na I got secrets from the 3rd grade to this damn day ain't never told a soul

They call me a savage they know that I'm with the shit
Grab a whole pound and I flip that shit
Ns be missing
And bitches be all on my dick and shit
She suck my dick and you kissing her damn
Can't wear that shit if it's regular damn
I fuck yo bitch on the regular damn
Fuck a 9-5 I don't got not time I'm getting paid off this cellular damn
When I was broke I was bagging up eighths, I had to get to a check
Now I got the work out like I'm lifting weights and I got my foot on they neck
I'm in the trap, I gotta profit
Y'all ns frauds and y'all gotta stop it
Don't feel ya vibe so you better fall back
We sending shots my ns ain't boxing
Everyday I'm surrounded by shooters
Fuck making tweets we don't beef with computers
All of my ns be packing like movers
4 pounds tre pounds glocks and rugers
Not tryna pop
Just want the top
Come on lil hoe is you sucking or not
I got the xans, I got the lean
30 clip on me get knocked off ya feet
All of my ns get paper like printers
All of my ns we ball at the mall
All of y'all ns is broke and y'all bums
All of these rappers is motherfucking frauds
Getting this money like I got a deal
I'm never hiding I stay in the field
Cracking them seals
Sipping the act and popping them pills
Yeah
Selling them O's
Fucking these hoes
Passing these bitches to all of my bro's
Rocking these shows
Getting this dough
Yeah
That's all that I know
Selling these O's
Fucking these hoes
Passing these bitches to all of my bro's
Rocking them shows
Getting this dough
Yeah
That's all that I know