Top Songs By Famous Dread
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shurman Reid
Songwriter
Lyrics
Yeah I done seen some shit I thought I speak on it
Thought bout running off on the plug I had to sleep on it
Still screaming fuck all the niggas who crossed the street on me
Nigga in my city aint no such thing as a big homie
All we know is kill any nigga that try to shit on us
Seen a nigga bitch in my city and put that dick on her
Nigga tried to ride through my city they put that stick on him
If we don't get him now then we gone sit on him
Welcome to the Eastside better yet welcome to the two
Don't be asking who df is he shit who df is you
All he know is trap or die and all his brother know is shoot
Still can't work no nine to five I'm tryna get it out the booth
Trap im tryna get it out the U and long live weez
I'm thinking look how time flew
If niggas ride together how niggas gone slide through
How tryna show you how to be a hunnid times two
Yea nigga long live Mal real top shotta
Long live hatch first nigga in the hood with a million dollars
Yea long live Jamaica long live vontae free gwalla
Free gutta nigga yea they need to let Wayne
Touchdown one time just to see how dis shit
Changed up in the hood
You know aint gotta FaceTime my nigga nomore
Long live county line goon real heart of the two
See this that mind of a maniac
Man in my city but I aint made it yet
Down by 24 in the fourth where tom Brady at
I aint made it home my momma wonder where her baby at
Will crack a nigga like I brought the 80s back
You sell a pound and think you trapping but thats baby pack
I had the face in my city the plug gave me that
It only too a day or two before I made it back
Hottest ova east the trap made me dat
Yea TRAP
Writer(s): Shurman Reid
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