Tris RaqBaby (Ft. Phew3k)

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[Intro: RaqBaby]
Huh, huh, sippin' mud, Tris, huh
Sippin' mud, Tris, huh
I'm sippin' mud, Tris (Knocksterr)
Sippin' mud, Tris, huh, huh, mm
[Chorus: RaqBaby]
Sippin' mud, Tris, bitch, I'm plugged in
Got it out the mud, yeah, nigga, I'm a thug, yeah
Behind the phone actin' like he got some money, ain't showed a dub yet
Niggas get in that jam, try to turn on they set, nigga, you a dub, yeah
Get in my feelings, I'm pourin' meds, niggas IG beefin', they goin' fed
Bitch, on every drill, before we leave, make sure like four dead
Just like a phone, he goin' dead, lil'-ass gun, you ain't blowin' nan'
Got Drac' with wood grain and a fifty, ain't nobody outdoin' that
[Verse 1: RaqBaby]
Broke-ass nigga want change or somethin'
Day-one nigga, won't change for nothin'
Nigga done said my brother name, but Phew be fuckin' his baby mama
Bitch keep callin', gotta change the number
I ain't come to make friends, I came for commas
Sent a shooter and he died, ain't no pussy nigga finna get stain up off me
Beat the case 'cause I paid my lawyer
You don't wanna do it, I'll do it for you
Folks say I'm crashin' out, but it's way deeper than that, nigga, you my brother
You don't gotta shoot, I swing that cutter
Only do that shit 'cause I know you're loyal
And I ain't gotta question you, I know God got me, nigga, just be a hundred