Full of Hate Lil Tray (Ft. Philthy Rich)

[Chorus: Lil Tray]
The streets full of hate, I gotta watch my own back
I keep it on my hip, play, you get your dome cracked
She looking at my diamonds, let me pull that [?] back
I've been in and out of state, I'm with my niggas in the scat
And if my niggas ke something, you can't get it back
Brother, he [?] something, turn you into ash
It ain't no turning back, when you see that lil flash
It was crazy when I see my niggas change for lil cash

[Verse 1: Lil Tray]
That's why I'm with the same niggas
Cut them off, we ain't fucking with no lame niggas
I want the bag, I don't care about that fame, nigga
It's Funk Or Die, I got it gleeming on my chain, nigga
If you ain't sliding for your mans, then I can't hang with ya
'Cause that mean you ain't gon' slide for me
Back in middle school, I used to keep a 9 with me
Now I'm riding foreign, got the Glock 45 with me
Them niggas cap, talking 'bout how they gon' slidе on me
Beat they load up, thеy slide down, I ain't worried 'bout it
Got a fully on the Glock with a 30 added
Run into the crib, beat the safe, we gotta hurry at it
Was hard times growing up, in and out of housing
Niggas ain't gon' slide, they on the 'Gram, they just talk about it
Got a hundred on the chop, shooting rockets out it
Hand my lil ghetto bitch some Henny, told that bitch to down it
I see the opps and I'm squeezing, ain't no way around it