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Fat Trel

Last Day In

 

Last Day In


Niggas really let they opps walk around em
Some shit I don't understand
And they really said he use to be official
Till he got on a stand
Took a oath then he raised his right hand
Told on his man
Everybody know it ain't nowhere to go
Till you go and get him out dat jam
2 to da head this a FaceTime shot
This a baseline shot
See come and look at this drake I got
Imma chase my opp
Walk a nigga down in Balenciagas
That's a designer shot
Fucking wit me you can't find a thot
You know it's us when them bodies drop

Stepping on niggas and stepping on bitches
I rap Fa set I been steppin wit pistols
This tec to his neck, if you move Imma hit you
Might just pull up in a vett just to get you a issue
Put this heat to his cheek, this choppa will kiss you
Run with da doctor, body prescription
I'm not a pastor, this shit a scripture
I might just fuck that lil bitch in a fiscal
Too many heats, who wanna beef
Come to northeast and pull up on my street
I shoot a nigga in front of his peps
Then fly outta town wit a freak to da beach
G19 I'm gon up wit glesh
And that bitch holdin a 50 at least
I don't give a fuck if a nigga deceased
We really get em for 20 a piece

Niggas really let they opps walk around em
Some shit I don't understand
And they really said he use to be official
Till he got on a stand
Took a oath then he raised his right hand
Told on his man
Everybody know it ain't nowhere to go
Till you go and get him out dat jam

Walk a nigga down in Balenciagas
That's a designer shot
You know it's us when them bodies drop
(Say what?)

Too many heats, who wanna beef
Come to northeast and pull up on my street

Fatto

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