Chorus
Boy you really Trey... u Know u ain’t gone ride (yo let me out)...
You claim u real but That sh** really a disguise
Rip to my Brodie’s in the sky
I live for y’all... I cross my head and hope to die
Yeah I bag up chips not talking Frito-Lays
I keep them sticks if a hater wanna play
Got ni**as invested on me thats inside...
Won't let y’all down I cross my heart and hope to die
Verse 1 (HollyHood)
I ain’t gone play wit u ni**as, I can’t be chasing u h**s
A lot of u ni**as is pu**ies... Let me find out u getting exposed
You ain’t never made no runs ni**a, put money to tha side for my bond ni**a
Bitch I ain’t no dumb ni**a been on my shit since a young ni**a
Boy you really Trey... u Know u ain’t gone ride (yo let me out)...
You claim u real but That sh** really a disguise
Rip to my Brodie’s in the sky
I live for y’all... I cross my head and hope to die
Yeah I bag up chips not talking Frito-Lays
I keep them sticks if a hater wanna play
Got ni**as invested on me thats inside...
Won't let y’all down I cross my heart and hope to die
Verse 1 (HollyHood)
I ain’t gone play wit u ni**as, I can’t be chasing u h**s
A lot of u ni**as is pu**ies... Let me find out u getting exposed
You ain’t never made no runs ni**a, put money to tha side for my bond ni**a
Bitch I ain’t no dumb ni**a been on my shit since a young ni**a
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