Hell Bent Juveniles TRAPBOYDRAKO (Ft. WokEmDown)
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[Chorus: TD GlizZzy, TD Ceasar]
Shoot a nigga down, rob him for his bank
Bitch I am so high, don't what to fuckin' think
Duffle bag lookin' like a mafuckin' tank (huh?)
Plug got the bag, I think somethin' really stank (yuh)
[Verse 1: TD GlizZzy]
Bitch I'm hell-bent, you know what that fuckin' meant?
Stuck in these streets, niggas sleepin' in a tent
Bitch, I get the bag, I don't leave a fuckin' cent
Niggas bitches, hit these ditches, You a fuckin lil midget
Niggas get a lot of riches, fans takin all the pictures
Countin' up all these digits, we don't do no fuckin' whip-its
We don't box, poppin' all these triggers, pullin' niggas
Niggas snitches, killing niggas, hitting figures, six figures
Choppa eatin' niggas, hittin' bitches brown, lock a nigga down
Look like a clown, plug out of town, we drivin' round
West side of town, smoke from the pound, put him in the ground
He can't hear a sound, nigga gone missing, ain't nobody miss him
Choppa R. Kelly, cuz this mac stay pissin' (pissin')
Cookin' in the kitchen, ain't nobody crippin', GlizZzy be sippin'
With my niggas, while we stackin' bobby pippin
[Chorus: TD GlizZzy, TD Ceasar]
Shoot a nigga down, rob him for his bank
Bitch I am so high, don't what to fuckin' think
Duffle bag lookin' like a mafuckin' tank (huh?)
Plug got the bag, I think somethin' really stank (yuh)
Shoot a nigga down, rob him for his bank
Bitch I am so high, don't what to fuckin' think
Duffle bag lookin' like a mafuckin' tank (huh?)
Plug got the bag, I think somethin' really stank (yuh)
[Verse 1: TD GlizZzy]
Bitch I'm hell-bent, you know what that fuckin' meant?
Stuck in these streets, niggas sleepin' in a tent
Bitch, I get the bag, I don't leave a fuckin' cent
Niggas bitches, hit these ditches, You a fuckin lil midget
Niggas get a lot of riches, fans takin all the pictures
Countin' up all these digits, we don't do no fuckin' whip-its
We don't box, poppin' all these triggers, pullin' niggas
Niggas snitches, killing niggas, hitting figures, six figures
Choppa eatin' niggas, hittin' bitches brown, lock a nigga down
Look like a clown, plug out of town, we drivin' round
West side of town, smoke from the pound, put him in the ground
He can't hear a sound, nigga gone missing, ain't nobody miss him
Choppa R. Kelly, cuz this mac stay pissin' (pissin')
Cookin' in the kitchen, ain't nobody crippin', GlizZzy be sippin'
With my niggas, while we stackin' bobby pippin
[Chorus: TD GlizZzy, TD Ceasar]
Shoot a nigga down, rob him for his bank
Bitch I am so high, don't what to fuckin' think
Duffle bag lookin' like a mafuckin' tank (huh?)
Plug got the bag, I think somethin' really stank (yuh)
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