Make a nigga flee feets, the gang giving out yellow tape
I ain't saving none of these hoes, I ain't got no f*cking cape
I boogie down on niggas, ask my opps cause they my witness
Hand em a suit and bow tie, we give that nigga the business
If you f*ck with me, you gon' get popped and that's on Trophy Gang
We got monkey nuts on big chops and we gon' let it bang
I keep a tool, don't be fooled, I'ma keep that hammer tucked
Chopper got that nigga jumping, make him play double dutch
I stay to myself in this shit, I don't need nobody dragging me
It's always gon' be 12 k, let my Uncle Deebo free
Feel like a big dog in this bitch, but I ain't got no f*cking fleas
Law and order, pick your mans up, that nigga got f*cking stripped
The gang got aim, shoot his brains, then we gon' f*cking dip
The marathon always gon' continue, rest in peace to nip
If them pussy niggas talking tough, we gon' take that trip
Skirt off in a black truck, I feel like a president
Shutting down the whole city, terrorizing residents
Chop em up, put em in a lake, we leave no evidence
Hey tough guy, don't play with guns if you gon' be so hesitant
Glocks in his face, now he gone, he got boxed up
Niggas mad, they can't hang, you know I f*cked your hoe, huh?
If a nigga start tripping, you already know we pulling them things out
80 inch shit, finna blow a nigga's brains out
Yo bitch tryna f*ck with the nigga with the blue strips
These ain't Nikes on my feet, but niggas know I'll do it
Lil' baby, yousa bop, you gon' let the whole crew hit
Niggas say they get money, them bitches be counterfeits
We gon' pull up on that nigga, pack him out, what the f*ck is you saying?
Ain't no time for talking, lil' nigga, we ain't f*cking playing
Stalk a nigga, hawk a nigga down, chopper get to spraying
Your life on the line, lil' nigga better start praying
Long live him we put that stupid nigga on a shirt
Come and slide for your dead homie, that nigga got murked
Niggas wanna act tough, but they ain't really on that
Niggas talking out they necks, the hands and mouth don't match
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Make a nigga flee feets, the gang giving out yellow tape
I ain't saving none of these hoes, I ain't got no f*cking cape
I boogie down on niggas, ask my opps cause they my witness
Hand em a suit and bow tie, we give that nigga the business
If you f*ck with me, you gon' get popped and that's on Trophy Gang
We got monkey nuts on big chops and we gon' let it bang
I keep a tool, don't be fooled, I'ma keep that hammer tucked
Chopper got that nigga jumping, make him play double dutch
I stay to myself in this shit, I don't need nobody dragging me
It's always gon' be 12 k, let my Uncle Deebo free
Feel like a big dog in this bitch, but I ain't got no f*cking fleas
Law and order, pick your mans up, that nigga got f*cking stripped
The gang got aim, shoot his brains, then we gon' f*cking dip
The marathon always gon' continue, rest in peace to nip
If them pussy niggas talking tough, we gon' take that trip
Skirt off in a black truck, I feel like a president
Shutting down the whole city, terrorizing residents
Chop em up, put em in a lake, we leave no evidence
Hey tough guy, don't play with guns if you gon' be so hesitant
Glocks in his face, now he gone, he got boxed up
Niggas mad, they can't hang, you know I f*cked your hoe, huh?
If a nigga start tripping, you already know we pulling them things out
80 inch shit, finna blow a nigga's brains out
Yo bitch tryna f*ck with the nigga with the blue strips
These ain't Nikes on my feet, but niggas know I'll do it
Lil' baby, yousa bop, you gon' let the whole crew hit
Niggas say they get money, them bitches be counterfeits
We gon' pull up on that nigga, pack him out, what the f*ck is you saying?
Ain't no time for talking, lil' nigga, we ain't f*cking playing
Stalk a nigga, hawk a nigga down, chopper get to spraying
Your life on the line, lil' nigga better start praying
Long live him we put that stupid nigga on a shirt
Come and slide for your dead homie, that nigga got murked
Niggas wanna act tough, but they ain't really on that
Niggas talking out they necks, the hands and mouth don't match
I ain't saving none of these hoes, I ain't got no f*cking cape
I boogie down on niggas, ask my opps cause they my witness
Hand em a suit and bow tie, we give that nigga the business
If you f*ck with me, you gon' get popped and that's on Trophy Gang
We got monkey nuts on big chops and we gon' let it bang
I keep a tool, don't be fooled, I'ma keep that hammer tucked
Chopper got that nigga jumping, make him play double dutch
I stay to myself in this shit, I don't need nobody dragging me
It's always gon' be 12 k, let my Uncle Deebo free
Feel like a big dog in this bitch, but I ain't got no f*cking fleas
Law and order, pick your mans up, that nigga got f*cking stripped
The gang got aim, shoot his brains, then we gon' f*cking dip
The marathon always gon' continue, rest in peace to nip
If them pussy niggas talking tough, we gon' take that trip
Skirt off in a black truck, I feel like a president
Shutting down the whole city, terrorizing residents
Chop em up, put em in a lake, we leave no evidence
Hey tough guy, don't play with guns if you gon' be so hesitant
Glocks in his face, now he gone, he got boxed up
Niggas mad, they can't hang, you know I f*cked your hoe, huh?
If a nigga start tripping, you already know we pulling them things out
80 inch shit, finna blow a nigga's brains out
Yo bitch tryna f*ck with the nigga with the blue strips
These ain't Nikes on my feet, but niggas know I'll do it
Lil' baby, yousa bop, you gon' let the whole crew hit
Niggas say they get money, them bitches be counterfeits
We gon' pull up on that nigga, pack him out, what the f*ck is you saying?
Ain't no time for talking, lil' nigga, we ain't f*cking playing
Stalk a nigga, hawk a nigga down, chopper get to spraying
Your life on the line, lil' nigga better start praying
Long live him we put that stupid nigga on a shirt
Come and slide for your dead homie, that nigga got murked
Niggas wanna act tough, but they ain't really on that
Niggas talking out they necks, the hands and mouth don't match
Writer: Dontay Stokes
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