Lyrics

Yeah Mmmmmm Ya know We got FN's and loaded weapons yeah Told my mama I be steppin Gotta make it out the trenches tired of stressing Aint no thinking twice about it leave you stretchin We got FN's and loaded weapons yeah Told my mama I be steppin Gotta make it out the trenches tired of stressing Aint no thinking twice about it leave you stretchin I keep my niggas close but I keep you closer Put a fuck nigga on a poster All about the bread I came up out a toaster He aint give me room and now his ass upholster Ain't no telling what we do might got a price on ya head Never lying I aint stutter niggas heard what I said Leave a nigga where they lay I get my get back in lead Had to get up off the streets I chose the payroll instead We got FN's and loaded weapons yeah Told my mama I be steppin Gotta make it out the trenches tired of stressing Aint no thinking twice about it leave you stretchin We got FN's and loaded weapons yeah Told my mama I be steppin Gotta make it out the trenches tired of stressing Ain't no thinking twice about it leave you stretchin Niggas screaming self made and they got borrowed funds Bet not ask my ass for shit no you cant borrow none Hitting niggas where it hurt won't see tomorrow come Lay ya loved ones inna ground thats when the sorrow come Never played it nice I was just playing it cool You niggas can't compete could never do what I do Could never walk a yard up in my Nike shoes Imma always pick a side and that side forty two
Writer(s): Jazmine Collins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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