You know who the opps, ni**as just be speakin’, like You, you know I ain’t speakin’ for my own, this s**t been the truth, you know? Oh, s**t, a n***a know I ain’t duckin’ no action, though I don’t hear what? What up? (Cutta, we rich) Why they tryna put that blame on me? Walkin’ ’round my city with all these chains on me I can’t leave my crib without that flame on me, yeah I can’t let your n***a get no stain on me, yeah All of my dawgs, they gon’ slide when I tell them, “Slide” Puttin’ pressure on the opps, they can’t come outside I’m tryna take, like, ten of yours if you take one of mine It’s time to focus on the M’s, the murder on my mind And I got murder on my mind, kill anyone against me B***h, I’m ’bout my business, so f**k n***a, don’t tempt me Got four hundred shots in this car Steady smokin’ dead opps in this Glock N***a tryna play, boy, you know I run my bands up Boy, you broke as f**k, tell that n***a put his mans up Same a*s excuse, this s**t shootin’ out the Drac’ Free .., I hope you beat this murder case If you’re lookin’ for my mega money in the trap Threw away my other phone, I had a feeling it was tapped No, I ain’t friendly with these rappers I know all these ni**as cap .. in my city, put my city on the map Why they tryna put that blame on me? Walkin’ ’round my city with all these chains on me
I can’t leave my crib without that flame on me, yeah I can’t let your n***a get no stain on me, yeah All of my dawgs, they gon’ slide when I tell them, “Slide” Puttin’ pressure on the opps, they can’t come outside I’m tryna take, like, ten of yours if you take one of mine It’s time to focus on the M’s, the murder on my mind And I know I got mad love for my bros Versuri-lyrics.info I don’t make a move without my pole I know how this street s**t go, oh I ain’t suuwoo, but I wanna see blood No handout, you I got it out the mud Put a bag on his head, extra cash for the show though They cut my footsteps and knock off the show Saw my n***a down bad, told ’em some work for ’em I bossed up in life, now everybody wanna work for me Everything that go wrong, they put the blame on me Ain’t gon’ stop ’til my body underground, six feet Why they tryna put that blame on me? Walkin’ ’round my city with all these chains on me I can’t leave my crib without that flame on me, yeah I can’t let your n***a get no stain on me, yeah All of my dawgs, they gon’ slide when I tell them, “Slide” Puttin’ pressure on the opps, they can’t come outside I’m tryna take, like, ten of yours if you take one of mine It’s time to focus on the M’s, the murder on my mind