Текст песни Tru504Boy - Gudda Chyld

It's kill or be killed, whose team do you want to be on?
Because sooner or later, everybody's gotta choose

ARP 5.56, .223, put a pussy nigga on a tee, spread his wings
Got the opp block hotter than they bitch when they seeing me (huh)

Double back with the yoppa air the Airbnb
Know some old heads serving old drugs, K&B
Older nigga with some young shooters, that's LeBron team
Before the hurricane, had a OG mind frame (huh)

I was peepin' niggas swag man, (huh) way before when Rouses came (yeah)
That's a fact, Kee done brought me back on that ignant shit
R.I.P. to VL Mike, we don't need to speak the shit
Double back and act ass, but this ain't really actin' (huh)

Bullet fragments, take a fraction of his skull, them thoughts, had fractured (boaw, boaw)
Talkin' reckless, stripped him from his son, prayin' for that bastard
And you know how Gizzle be, free B. Gizzle (free the gang)
Til it's backwards
Niggas tryin' to spin on me? Where the fuck y'all spinners at?

Two pumps on me, (huh, huh) I'm Scott Steiner, a "Big Poppa" shit
Yeah, we born sinnin', but I was born winnin'
Why speak the trenches? When I was born in it (huh)
You know it gets sticky, that grime gon' come with it

Two bitches look like Nicki, they bout to ménage with me (yeah)
Risk it all, got me crashin' out, we gon' get him got
Piss me off, bullets cross his face, just like Chris Benoit (yeah)
Thinkin' small, bitch, I think a lot

How you think I plot? Ready to die
No biggie, sawed off notorious shot (boom)
Ain't easy, I'm ruthless
Get his mop soaked, with this broomstick (bow)

G-locks, switchin like mood swings (huh)
If I miss my shot, who the fuck I hit? (Huh)
Got a Dickie fit and a dicky clip
Give her back shots, like Ricky did

Know a business man that stands on biz
Got a new freezer no Rich the Kid
Should've brought protection, boy this blicky
Be a savage, walkin' backwards till he slidin

Now he look like Michael Jackson
Shit talkin', couldn't back it, now his shit be gettin'
Bagged up, got him hit
Loose bowels, leakin' by his gallbladder (huh)

Ain't no limit to these soldiers, in the Nolia
They don't know ya
R.I.P. my nigga, Soulja
Fuck these niggas

They don't know me, (huh) head done woke me
Like some Folgers took my paper
I'ma fold her
Free them jocer's out that parish

They done maxed me like Angola
I done did everything
I feel like Percy Miller (yeah)
Had to cop that camouflage

They be watchin' like a Phillips
Niggas had to see murder just to turn into a killer
Get you murdered bout them jew's
Got me feelin' like I'm Hitler

Be gettin' Arab money
And I ain't talkin' bout no Brothers
Hit the plug and call my cousin
Where they at?

T.T Tucker
I done made it back
They ain't bout no action

They just actors on the scene
Had his brother grossed him out like Fear Factor (no)
He gon' need a doctor
Had to rush that boy to Oschner

No awards for a real nigga
You don't get no Oscar's
Proud and skinny just like Oscar (huh)
She won't get a penny out me (huh)
But I came with two twins
You niggas sweeter than a Praline
I like my bitches pretty
Like to fuck 'em with the lights on

She starin' at the God
Got me feelin' like a icon
She pull up in that Camry
And she hop out with some tights on (yeah)

Slam dunkin' in that pussy
Got me feelin' like I'm Zion
Let me catch my breath right quick ya heard me
Hold up he at a show?
Bet

Runnin backstage with the yoppa on me

Like the camera man on the Maury Show (huh)
Talk shit, nigga
I don't act my age
Gone spin around like a merry-go (huh)

I'm 13th to the bone gristle
I'm Money$ide
I ain't never broke
Keep hearing spins from the Drac, though

I ain't talk about no radio
I bring that bass, no stereo
His body flying, Rey Mysterio
Turn his bitch on like a TV show

Sent that bitch back
She an easy hoe
My guns nasty like a Scorpio
On that bullshit, Taurus horoscope

He seen a nigga whole body froze
Heart rate rose like a cardio
Team full of gunners
Bout that action (huh, huh, huh)

Just like Jackson
Got her fuckin with a stunna baby
Ain't no Tony Braxton (yeah)
I got pulls off my accent

I got pulls from a Mexican
Was dead from an accident
You niggas is irrelevant
Long hair

Don't give a fuck
The baddest
Fuckin with me
You the hottest in the city

I ain't take this rap shit serious
Pussy
(Huh, huh, huh, huh)