Ay turn me up Track01
Treetime
Pull up on your block
I’m blowing up, and nigga you not
Nigga’s made he ain’t getting plays
I fuck on his bitch she all on my page
She eating me like snacks I’m all in her month
I’m chasing the bag you chasing the clout
You chasing them hoes they come to my house
Feel like Tom Brady calling the plays
You niggas broke on minimum wage
Call in a wraith ‘cause I need a fade
Cop me a zip because I’m getting paid
I need some lean but that nigga be taxing
Not playin’ tennis we making a racket
I feel like Stone Cold my niggas be wrestling
Moving that pack, applying the pressure
She drop me a round, I call up my tesla
What lil nigga, pull up on me get shot lil nigga
I’m with them goons on the block lil nigga
Keepin’ them grams in my sock lil nigga
I’m on the block, I’m with your hoe
She snorting coke, it’s all on her nose
Me and Heaven trained a couple of bitches
Can’t trust em really these niggas be snitches
Look Like the pacific lil nigga I’m dripping
Call me a hood rat I need some chicken
Shoot like Ray Allen I’m playing the game
I see yall it’s first 48
The head is so great but I don’t know her name
12 pulled me over for switching them lanes
I bonded out lil nigga I’m banging
First day out, go run that shit back
You want my old shit, go play that shit back
Yeroc that nigga you know I’ma snap
That nigga be tweaking I serve him the crack
Put one in his head, put two in his back
12 be searching they scoping the scene
They baggin’ the body we got away clean
Hey lil nigga get your racks up
Chasin’ the bag got our bands up
I fuck that bitch got my hands up
Your bitch a nympho she ready to fuck
She taking this dick she swallowing nut
Feel like a ratchet take her in the butt
Pull up to v-live I’m rolling these woods
Go to any hood you know that I’m good
G37 that’s all on my whip
Glock 45 keep that on my hip