[Intro: MO3 & Finesse2Tymes]
Reason some of 'em lie
We keep Berettas, on gang (Uh)
I just— (Two of 'em)
Why, why, why, why
[Verse 1: MO3]
Keep it on a leash, now I keep it on the low
When it's smoke, I'ma sco', gotta take one nigga
Body bag for the opp, got a lot off top
Bitch, I'm walk 'em down Tre, better not play with 'em (Yeah)
I told her believe in me
Break a bitch for a whip, no lie, I'ma keep gettin' richer (Skrrt)
Give a fuck 'bout your gang, it's me and my niggas (Yeah)
Put that on gang, just me and my hitters
Want a house out in Cali', tell 'em I slept on a pallet
Bought a P, buss down, no cappin' (Yeah)
FN in the cabinеt (Yeah)
Lil' Tre, they can't hеlp it, he bad, lil' bitch
Don't he look like his daddy? (Yeah)
Ready to walk 'em down, we gon' hit 'em up in traffic
Stalk 'em down, walk 'em down, throw away the ratchet
Oh, Lil Tre 'bout that action? (Baow)
Eighth grade at school with this tool in my Micky D's race car jacket (Yeah)
Live the life of a savage (What?)
Why would you think that I'm average?
I know you heard I be spazzin' (Huh?), better go ask 'em (Yeah)
Duck tape, chrome Glock, cut' em up, nigga, I'm a cutthroat assassin (Yeah)
Bet it on me when I roll these dice (Dice)
Strap on me, nah, ain't nothin' nice (Nah)
Buss down Rollie, I don't need no ice (Yeah)
New AP, don't need no lights, oh, yeah, yeah (What?)
Reason some of 'em lie
We keep Berettas, on gang (Uh)
I just— (Two of 'em)
Why, why, why, why
[Verse 1: MO3]
Keep it on a leash, now I keep it on the low
When it's smoke, I'ma sco', gotta take one nigga
Body bag for the opp, got a lot off top
Bitch, I'm walk 'em down Tre, better not play with 'em (Yeah)
I told her believe in me
Break a bitch for a whip, no lie, I'ma keep gettin' richer (Skrrt)
Give a fuck 'bout your gang, it's me and my niggas (Yeah)
Put that on gang, just me and my hitters
Want a house out in Cali', tell 'em I slept on a pallet
Bought a P, buss down, no cappin' (Yeah)
FN in the cabinеt (Yeah)
Lil' Tre, they can't hеlp it, he bad, lil' bitch
Don't he look like his daddy? (Yeah)
Ready to walk 'em down, we gon' hit 'em up in traffic
Stalk 'em down, walk 'em down, throw away the ratchet
Oh, Lil Tre 'bout that action? (Baow)
Eighth grade at school with this tool in my Micky D's race car jacket (Yeah)
Live the life of a savage (What?)
Why would you think that I'm average?
I know you heard I be spazzin' (Huh?), better go ask 'em (Yeah)
Duck tape, chrome Glock, cut' em up, nigga, I'm a cutthroat assassin (Yeah)
Bet it on me when I roll these dice (Dice)
Strap on me, nah, ain't nothin' nice (Nah)
Buss down Rollie, I don't need no ice (Yeah)
New AP, don't need no lights, oh, yeah, yeah (What?)
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