[Intro]
We got London On Da Track
[Chorus]
Makk Truk status, bulldozer
Everybody ran'd over
Front line shooter
Camouflage
Baby I’m a real soldier
That's my nigga so
Right or wrong
If you wrong I kill for him
Murda done hit me up
Through the phone let him know I still love him
Makk Truk status, bulldozer
Everybody ran'd over
Front line shooter
Camouflage
Baby I’m a real soldier
That's my nigga so
Right or wrong
If you wrong I kill for him
Murda done hit me up
Through the phone let him know I still love him
[Verse 1]
He off the yellow bar
School bus
[?]
[?] and leave you shit running [?]
Niggas hate you 'bout the wrong thing
I think its cause [?]
I got money from a long range, drop em off and pick em up
Big dog running round with no collar what's a pitbull to a pug
Clean em up like a great white, why these sharks eating all the fishes up
Only thing I got an appetite I just might be full enough
Few my niggas in the afterlife, but until then I got a vision for them
Oops I done caught him slipping, run him over I won't even show no pity for him
Coop steady tripping off them beans tryna find out where you living boy
All we know is murda murda kill kill [?]
Think he needa pop a chill pill but he screaming out [?]
We got London On Da Track
[Chorus]
Makk Truk status, bulldozer
Everybody ran'd over
Front line shooter
Camouflage
Baby I’m a real soldier
That's my nigga so
Right or wrong
If you wrong I kill for him
Murda done hit me up
Through the phone let him know I still love him
Makk Truk status, bulldozer
Everybody ran'd over
Front line shooter
Camouflage
Baby I’m a real soldier
That's my nigga so
Right or wrong
If you wrong I kill for him
Murda done hit me up
Through the phone let him know I still love him
[Verse 1]
He off the yellow bar
School bus
[?]
[?] and leave you shit running [?]
Niggas hate you 'bout the wrong thing
I think its cause [?]
I got money from a long range, drop em off and pick em up
Big dog running round with no collar what's a pitbull to a pug
Clean em up like a great white, why these sharks eating all the fishes up
Only thing I got an appetite I just might be full enough
Few my niggas in the afterlife, but until then I got a vision for them
Oops I done caught him slipping, run him over I won't even show no pity for him
Coop steady tripping off them beans tryna find out where you living boy
All we know is murda murda kill kill [?]
Think he needa pop a chill pill but he screaming out [?]
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