Tekst piosenki
(Verse 1)
Let a nigga try me (try me)
Shooters round your house using walky talkies
And we ain’t fearin nobody
Everything’s a go , gta iv
Police beating brutal they on care bout yo age
Screaming fuck 12 only love 12 on dat gauge
They say im chris brown cute wit alota rage
So i be in the house call that my dog cage
Got some dogs up in these streets no owners
Trespassing add you to the list of country murders
And truey ima hot nigga bobby shmurda
Go ask anybody and they gon tell you word up
Yh alota bitches sayin, my brain fucked up
Some right, some wrong but ima still fuck some
Cause most of em ain’t my type so ima choose some
If that pussy ain’t right then that bitch suckin
Koolin on the block that ain’t my hobby
Street smart so i know how errything gon be
Never ever been a dummy
That’s what we turn you to when dem shots coming
I ain’t tryna influence y’all into violence
But the hook is the root of the track str8 common sense
S/o to my real niggas, s/o cosh
In a couple seconds broskii took over 10 shots
Over 10 spots, got hit by dem Glocks
Came back fired shots, niggas positioned squats
& One day like stars ima shine
Get a call from la ima be there like 9
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