BITCH

Ridin' round wit two sticks Duck tape two clips Both of dem bitches fully loaded You ain't gon catch me slippin' you bitch You ain't heard nigga TRU in here That beef shit ain't new in here Been bussin' heads since the 7th grade Ain't half of the shit we do in here F*ck a hater let him get mad I got somethin' for his bitch ass Pull up on that nigga block Wit mo' fire power than what TIP had F*ck around and get zip bagged Nigga come wit that tripping Over a hundred rounds in them two mags And I dare a nigga f*ck wit me Okay f*ck you bitch you can't touch me I'm ain't gon' never lose you can trust me Pockets a set of titties lookin' busty Bitches ain't messin' wit me is you nutty Stay off of my Instagram If you gon' just look and not double tap You see where I'm at I'm inna trap I'm with Dinero he got the strap You know what I'm bout As soon as I open my mouth That murder she wrote gon' come out I'm straight from the south We ain't the same at all They do anything for clout I'm with the gang no doubt We shut shit down Pull up sticks is out You racists clowns TRU Nigga I'm at the top of my game, oh yes I am I'm at the top of da chain I make that run with the cane Yall make it hot, now I make it hot with da flame Then pop, then pop 'em again Yup Murder be makin' it rain yea Murder be makin' it rain cause Murder insane Murder ain't never gon' change Uh uh I'm never gon' break, I'm never gon' rat I'm never gon' fold I'm never gon' lose control Cause my whole life on cruise control I'm movin' that dope, I f*ck wit dude and dude got smoked He f*ck with that coke and that's a no I kick in his door, he ain't kickin' no more Now that's a hoe TRU Got a hundred rounds in that drum Ridin' round wit that choppa Hundred rounds in my gun Thinkin' I'm playin' and I'll pop ya They don't want know problems Cause the niggas I'm wit ready Trained to go like the military Start poppin' off and get buried F*ck wrong with these niggas ha You don't see these drops boy From the Choppa City like the Hot Boyz Get ya fuckin' top nigga knocked off Pistol under my pillow You could bet yo ass I sleep light Nigga run in my crib Pow r.i.p nigga sleep tight I'm not tryna sit with no messy ass bitches I'm not tryna get caught in none of yo pictures I'm not tryna meet less you givin' me millions You know when you see her she comin' to get it yea I'm only here for the bread Pull up on yo nigga and leave with the head He text me but I'mma just leave him on red That nigga dead like two to the head pow Got 'em like wow Nigga hurt like ow Bad bitches twerk right now You smokin' like purp that's loud T-R-U nutin' false Big Girl Talk Wait 'til they let Cee out You gon' really see Meka go off on God Oh this ain't it oh Lord Bitch we TRU no frauds Yeah, yeah, yeah Bitch Now that's the fa show it's Thalia Street I'm up the court, now that's the yo I'm hangin' wit Doe, it's Calliope I won't let go, the home of the dough I front you an O in front of the store In front of Lil' Farly and Ro I'm drinkin' Bacardi and coke Don't f*ck with that dope Then I might snort me a quarter of coke Then water my nose and catch me a drain Can't feel my brain, but I feel my pain, and I'm insane My heart may bust and I may wake up and do it again I'm TRU to da game But if C Murder gotta die But I ain't tripping If I die by the trigga I ain't no bitch ass nigga T Crooked R-U I Like Dat G Dinero Yeah that's for all dem ol' fake ass bitch ass niggas out dere Walkin' the street ya heard me They got bitch ass niggas in the pen too Now I ain't gon' lie ya heard me Dem niggas everywhere man ya heard me If that's you dawg, you know what I mean You could try to change yo ways But if you don't dawg, that's on you It's Murder Man, G Dinero, and 2Meka ya heard me Exposin' you niggas exposin' dem ol' fake ass niggas You understand me TRU Records, TRU to the bone gristle We don't do nothin' but shoot missiles you heard Holla