[Verse 1: SDotBraddy]
Shout out to them niggas who ain't scared to let them triggers go
Fuck my cousin shooters who was snitching yea my niggas know
Fuck the witnesses and fuck the judge, just let my cousin go
They gave my nigga 25 to life like that's the minimal
Boy I'm from a city where niggas dont show no pity
With a nine in their hand they'll give you 9 like 50
Don't get jack son
If a nigga try to rob me, you'll see what I have in store
Yeah boy I pack son
This life is kill or be killed
When you're still, they'll steal with a steel
So when attacking, be packing the shit that's clapping
Or niggas will have you dead
No witnesses know what happened
When the 12 pull up, they'll circle the block 2 times
Followed by 24 right behind, that's the first 48
P.I.G.S interrogate us talking bout us on tape
You wanna black ball me go ahead and suck em
I'm screaming fuck em I never loved em
And never did really trust em
And this is not a fib or a tragedy
But a lesson on how not to treat your family
Cause we had alcohol and marijuana 40 oz beverages
Adolescents feeling pain resort to those as medicines
I'm cruising down the highway, get the fuck out of my way
Ice cubes in my drank and my car is smokey, celebrating Friday
Trouble stuck on my mental
I don't know what I'm about to get into
My shooters are in the back
They will act if we have any issues
They're visiting down from Georgia
Fucking shit up in Florida
Peer pressure is on my heart
And my fear is in the aroma (nigga)
Shout out to them niggas who ain't scared to let them triggers go
Fuck my cousin shooters who was snitching yea my niggas know
Fuck the witnesses and fuck the judge, just let my cousin go
They gave my nigga 25 to life like that's the minimal
Boy I'm from a city where niggas dont show no pity
With a nine in their hand they'll give you 9 like 50
Don't get jack son
If a nigga try to rob me, you'll see what I have in store
Yeah boy I pack son
This life is kill or be killed
When you're still, they'll steal with a steel
So when attacking, be packing the shit that's clapping
Or niggas will have you dead
No witnesses know what happened
When the 12 pull up, they'll circle the block 2 times
Followed by 24 right behind, that's the first 48
P.I.G.S interrogate us talking bout us on tape
You wanna black ball me go ahead and suck em
I'm screaming fuck em I never loved em
And never did really trust em
And this is not a fib or a tragedy
But a lesson on how not to treat your family
Cause we had alcohol and marijuana 40 oz beverages
Adolescents feeling pain resort to those as medicines
I'm cruising down the highway, get the fuck out of my way
Ice cubes in my drank and my car is smokey, celebrating Friday
Trouble stuck on my mental
I don't know what I'm about to get into
My shooters are in the back
They will act if we have any issues
They're visiting down from Georgia
Fucking shit up in Florida
Peer pressure is on my heart
And my fear is in the aroma (nigga)
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