Lyrics Ten – 245

2:45 in the mornin
The phone ring
It’s dialed in
My name up in the mix
Like what that post to mean
I know who killed him
I’m just playing crazy
I’m just acting green

My plan was step on you
And rep on you
And wet up your whole team

Them n***** talkin like they gangsta
Shit what’s the knowledge
From a broken home
To a happy home
He still promoting violence

Got troops at home
To bust they dome
I press a button
They slidin

They shoot it up
They shoot it down
Like bitch come out
Stop hidin

This 8 liter Got bodies
When we slide
Don’t do no drivin
I’m full of pistols
Steady wildin
You been actin out your body

We brung that top to Kamikaze
Give me a Perc I don’t do rocks
I rent a Hummer
He thought I was hiding
He can’t bust back because he died

He can’t bust back because he died
I ain’t gon lie
That n**** tried

Fresh out the trunk
And made him duck
Then it’s from behind

Them n***** on my dick
Like I pick and choose
But I don’t give a fu*k

She fu*k the other side
You with em too?
On me you gon bite the dust

Hold on gang inside this truck
He spoke on moms and got put up
N**** been knew what it was
We still print shit off for Cuz

The OG a rapper he the plug
He outchea setting n***** up
That Instagram must be a drug
You gon die behind the bus

Hold on gang inside this truck
He spoke on moms and got put up
N**** been knew what it was
We still print shit off for Cuz

The OG a rapper he the plug
He outchea setting n***** up
That Instagram must be a drug
You gon die behind the bus