FILTH UNAVERAGE GANG

[Chorus: T.R.I.P.]
I'm loaded up, somebody 'bout to get fucked up
Hollow points be making these pussies gush blood
I'm not the type to be fuckin' with
I'ma act up
Got my Glock tucked
Better fuckin' back up
I'm loaded up, somebody 'bout to get fucked up
Hollow points be making these pussies gush blood
I'm not the type to be fuckin' with
I'ma act up
Got my Glock tucked
Better fuckin' back up

[Verse 1: T.R.I.P.]
Spitting like a menace
Too focused, lately just stacking bands
Could've copped a Benz
But I'm happy as fuck inside the M
Mothafuckas hating
But they lowkey be my biggest fans
Nеver trusting a pussy bitch
They only wanting to stab your back
Step insidе my purgatory
I'll leave you niggas bleeding
If you got a problem
This the fuckin' killa season
Dropping bodies inside the pit for no apparent reason
I'm making moves and I promise that UAV ain't leavin'
Come outside your house and meet my best friend
His name is Glock and he can't wait to meet your cranium
The shot go pop your body flipping like gymnasiums
We going crazy money flowing like an ATM
Pull up in the F80 looking like a threat
Talking shit boy I'll grab you by your fucking neck
Ain't no noobie, I'm a mothafuckin' vet
Better pay your respects before I lay your ass to rest boy
Yeah