[Verse 1]
Finessin' and trappin' and rappin'
I feel like I left my dog, I'll tell you what you happened (My dog)
You know that the streets still bleedin', people still need me
Baby mama ain't been on my ass, she still need me
Cut the throttle, gun smoke violence and niggas creepin' on you
When we ride, tinted the whips, bulletproof, get up on me
Eight ball down the wrong hall, we gon' get it gone
Snowfall, watch 'em all fall, we gon' get it on
Trappin', finessin', got me wrappin' these chickens (Wrap up the chickens)
In the kitchen, I'm whippin', [?] (Brr, woo)
I keep niggas out of my business whеn it come to B Slizzy
When them bullеts start spittin', I'm like, "Hoo"
Murder Man, I been talkin' to the devil, paint the city red
I done been into a altercation, grazed my nigga head
When I lost Big and Mac I felt like it's my fault (My fault)
I wasn't supposed to leave your side but I had felt the vibe off
Fucked around and came with this RICO shit
Fucked around and lost my auntie, I been on some evil shit
Demons talkin' to me in my thoughts, no, I don't need a bitch
I know how it feel to go with thot and I ain't feelin' it
Got served penicillin it
[Chorus]
I roll with some real street niggas (Real)
Known drug dealers (Slatt)
Murder, I see murder in my eyes (Murder)
I been ridin' with a demon killer (Demon)
The system got my niggas (My niggas)
Like why the hell these niggas take my guys? (Yeah)
Finessin' and trappin' and rappin'
I feel like I left my dog, I'll tell you what you happened (My dog)
You know that the streets still bleedin', people still need me
Baby mama ain't been on my ass, she still need me
Cut the throttle, gun smoke violence and niggas creepin' on you
When we ride, tinted the whips, bulletproof, get up on me
Eight ball down the wrong hall, we gon' get it gone
Snowfall, watch 'em all fall, we gon' get it on
Trappin', finessin', got me wrappin' these chickens (Wrap up the chickens)
In the kitchen, I'm whippin', [?] (Brr, woo)
I keep niggas out of my business whеn it come to B Slizzy
When them bullеts start spittin', I'm like, "Hoo"
Murder Man, I been talkin' to the devil, paint the city red
I done been into a altercation, grazed my nigga head
When I lost Big and Mac I felt like it's my fault (My fault)
I wasn't supposed to leave your side but I had felt the vibe off
Fucked around and came with this RICO shit
Fucked around and lost my auntie, I been on some evil shit
Demons talkin' to me in my thoughts, no, I don't need a bitch
I know how it feel to go with thot and I ain't feelin' it
Got served penicillin it
[Chorus]
I roll with some real street niggas (Real)
Known drug dealers (Slatt)
Murder, I see murder in my eyes (Murder)
I been ridin' with a demon killer (Demon)
The system got my niggas (My niggas)
Like why the hell these niggas take my guys? (Yeah)
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