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(앨범: Trick City - 2022)


(Oh my God, is that Avery?)
(I wanna play like that, Beniano)
(Ayy, JB, you sauced up)

Better keep a weapon, everyday it get hectic
We dodge the TEC today, turn street niggas to felons
Co-up your mail and they put switches on the weapons
And it ain't no telling living young, wild, and reckless
But see, I can't complain, guess this just the life that I choose
They coming for your soul, gotta stay outside with a pole
They'll set you up with hoes, she'll rob you for your watch and your gold
Can't hit the block no more 'cause opps know you outside, they on go (On go)
On go (On go), on go (On go)
The opps know you outside, they on go (On go)
On go (On go), on go (On go)
The opps know you outside, they on go (On go)

I'm from the trenches where it's up and it get violet, for sure
These niggas snitching and just rapping, they not sliding no more
I see police and get to sweating, wish I could hide from them folks
If I pull over, it's a rep hole, car surrounded with smoke
Them folks might try to get me prison time
But I won't slide down 'cause the car I'm driving prolly really meant for flying
They know my truck and I won't switch the ride
'Cause I got so many weapons inside, choppas getting kicked around
Shoot forty-five about a fifty round
He put a switch up on his Glock, I wish he'd stop before he hit the ground
And now his momma see she breaking down
'Cause she ain't know her son be dissing in them songs, they paid to take him out
I know some niggas that'll pay for clout
They be acting like they gangsta, but they softer than a papertowel
I hit the bank and took some paper out
I don't know what to do with this money, bitch, I prolly build a paper house

Better keep a weapon, everyday it get hectic
We dodge the TEC today, turn street niggas to felons
Co-up your mail and they put switches on the weapons
And it ain't no telling living young, wild, and reckless
But see, I can't complain, guess this just the life that I choose
They coming for your soul, gotta stay outside with a pole
They'll set you up with hoes, she'll rob you for your watch and your gold
Can't hit the block no more 'cause opps know you outside, they on go (On go)
On go (On go), on go (On go)
The opps know you outside, they on go (On go)
On go (On go), on go (On go)
The opps know you outside, they on go (They on go)

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