Trilfiger - You Betta Not paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson You Betta Not - Trilfiger




Skreet graduate put my cap on
Pick up the pack get the pack gone
Wherever I'm at got the Mack on
Oh that's yo gang who you rat on
You told on yo brother you fake
You told yeah you talk to the jakes
Knock him out shake him awake
M.O.P. Ride with the mop
M.O.B. I'm with the mob
Run up on me I think not
You betta not
You getting jumped you get hopped
You betta not
Run up on me you get popped
You get popped you get whacked
You get robbed you get stabbed
Let me know where you at
Keep a pole and a Mack
Keep your hoe have her back
Leave me alone don't come back
Unless you talking bout them bags
Don't come around if it ain't about racks
I get off the pounds I been shipping the pack
K hold hunnid rounds and so does the Mack
I turn him around and shoot him in the back
The back of the head
Walk down and I fill him with led
Don't talk now I don't care what you said
I only care bout the bread
I only care bout the bread
That's why I don't care what you said
Way to busy pouring red
Lately wonder is fed
Heard that you talk to the ops
Heard that you told them a lot
Heard that you told for a pop
You really snitching for some soda
Give me your life it's over
I hit up your wife come over
Pull up in all white the rover
You ain't bout that life you poser
You a poser why you posing
Caught a body in the open
Popping these pills that's how I'm coping
Know that I'm hurt I'm broken
I'm off the earth I'm dozing
Popping a perk I'm floating
On top of the perk I'm smoking
Wood after wood
I'm smoking on za
Hood after hood
I'm spinning on blocks
We spin blocks for real
Slide with a stick know I'm out to kill
When I grab the steel
Better get low or get out of here
Told that bitch to get the fuck
Bullets hitting like a Truck
Like a star you get struck
Who they are who that was
You talk to cops to the fuzz
Get the Glock make a fuss



Writer(s): Branden Johnson


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