0 Tre Nine Nicholas Craven & Boldy James (Ft. Gue Wop)
"0 Tre Nine" by Nicholas Craven & Boldy James (Ft. Gue Wop) is a #HipHop track from 2021. The lyrics explore themes of street life, resilience, and personal struggles, reflecting on hardship and survival. The production features gritty beats and smooth flows, emphasizing authenticity. The song resonates within the underground hip-hop community, showcasing raw storytelling and collaboration.
[Intro: Boldy James]
What else?
Where we at?
ConCreatures
227
[Chorus: Boldy James & Gue Wop]
No punches, no brake lines
My niggas really crunching, facing numbers, not no state time
Stringing bales on Stahelin like I'm Avon
Screaming free my niggas in the Feds, O Tre Nine
Flight risk, ain't wanna let me out, I feel like Akon
Black hoodie on, .40 tucked, don't mistake me for Trayvon
Known in fifty states for moving weight across them state lines
Bitch, we known in fifty states for moving weight across them state lines
[Verse 1: Boldy James & Gue Wop]
"Welcome back", fuck you mean? I ain't never left
Lately, I been by myself shaking down in commonwealth
Catch it at the top, see the ores right before it melt
Bag it up and sell it to him wet and get an extra twelve
We been getting two-hundred degrees, fuck a record sale
All the flicks that the Feds took, we was fresh as hell
Invested in a semi-truck, was stressing with the mail
Niggas getting booked with the books then they turnin' twelve
The load came fifty bows over, that's an extra bale
Copped a brick out of Saks Fifth, we just left Chanel
Now everybody gangsta, heard they pushing P
Nigga got his shit pushed back, he thought he took from meTook him out the gang with the Drac' like he Pusha T
Hell Block, Hully Gully, I done been to hell and back
Thousand grams of puppy chow, I might need some help with that
Stepping on the China like a welcome mat
What else?
Where we at?
ConCreatures
227
[Chorus: Boldy James & Gue Wop]
No punches, no brake lines
My niggas really crunching, facing numbers, not no state time
Stringing bales on Stahelin like I'm Avon
Screaming free my niggas in the Feds, O Tre Nine
Flight risk, ain't wanna let me out, I feel like Akon
Black hoodie on, .40 tucked, don't mistake me for Trayvon
Known in fifty states for moving weight across them state lines
Bitch, we known in fifty states for moving weight across them state lines
[Verse 1: Boldy James & Gue Wop]
"Welcome back", fuck you mean? I ain't never left
Lately, I been by myself shaking down in commonwealth
Catch it at the top, see the ores right before it melt
Bag it up and sell it to him wet and get an extra twelve
We been getting two-hundred degrees, fuck a record sale
All the flicks that the Feds took, we was fresh as hell
Invested in a semi-truck, was stressing with the mail
Niggas getting booked with the books then they turnin' twelve
The load came fifty bows over, that's an extra bale
Copped a brick out of Saks Fifth, we just left Chanel
Now everybody gangsta, heard they pushing P
Nigga got his shit pushed back, he thought he took from meTook him out the gang with the Drac' like he Pusha T
Hell Block, Hully Gully, I done been to hell and back
Thousand grams of puppy chow, I might need some help with that
Stepping on the China like a welcome mat
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