C. T. C.

They tough on them phones I won't do that wanna take a soul I slid by his home Big ole Two-three Four-Five take his bones Should've leave me lone You wasn't in it Now you catching chrome 4x for D1n3ro imma slider Imma check ya tone Niggaz should be grown Now they dead and they can't make a Song Why you out here posting Know you capping pussy need a loan I'mma get that body Got me feigning and I want you gone Imma get yo soul yea imma snatch Can't wait to hear you groan They not in this shit Semi auto spinning shit Spun by there and I ran outta gas I get into it Niggaz rappin like they doing some Ain't saw you hawking shit Never seen you do no murder 1s Just stick to talking it If I spun by there right now I bet he cry just like a bitch Heard he acting like he doing some Ain't really knocking shit Ain't upping glocks or popping shit F*ck all the cap I'm dropping shit You ain't really out here in these streets These niggaz talking it These niggaz cap they cappernick Was moving dimes and moving nicks Get a z for like 125 16 gone get me lit Brought some hollows for a pussy boy He done I spot his fit I Can't get em where he laying at Then get em where he sit He ain't die I guess im slacking then At least that boy cant shit Ain't no order I want all of them Let's play cause all y'all it They just talking like they doing that That's a cap they ain't on shit