Trip6

Northwest mean streets Finger on the trigger (uh) Tell these motherfuckers that we boutta pull up on they block They done run and told it so I gotta keep that shit off lock Pull up in the Chevy Roll the windows and throw them shots You been sneaking pussy boy Now you gotta catch a lick Told your bitch to ride with me Now she boutta suck my dick Slap her in the fucking face Drill her out and make her sip Just banged on this fucking Blood Now I pass her onto Crip Popped a couple hits of acid Now I'm boutta take a trip Pistol hanging on my side Know I never lose my grip Tried to pin that homicide Paid my way out that bitch Dabbled with some suicides by mixing drugs and cutting wrists Triple threat They call me the Reaper Shout out to that Triple Six Juicy had it right Said f*ck a hoe and cash a check Get it I'm waiting on mine Don't be wasting my time hoe Chillin with all of the homies Boutta bust out on that kilo Boutta bust out a line Don't be acting like fiends though Don't be crossing the line We flipping this work in the street foe Focused on that money Paper on my mind Told that bitch to get to running Told that bitch to get me mines Told that bitch she better stop stunting Bitch about to catch some fines We'll find out where you staying Go for a little drive Throw your body in the trunk (Dump dump) We got that chloride Take your ass out to the boonies (Slump slump) We got that 4-wheel-drive Don't be begging for your life (Nope nope) We bout that do or die We bout that gang shit (Yuh yuh) We on that DedNside I be that monster imposter Throwback I'm building this roster Finding the ins and the outs Talk shit I promise it cost ya Bitch