Young Slobe Trife lyrics rip

Gettin jiggy ridin thru the bity we can get sillly
Bitch stop wit all that mean muggin
This Glock hold 50
Where was you at when i was broke
You hoes wasn't wit me (ay)
(Nah bitch i know you dont miss me)
20 toes down on a friday now i look like pinky
40 sum dollars on a shipment and this pack sticky
N***as out here telling working they magic it can get tricky (ay)
(n***as really ain't got no love for me)

Still in the hood to buy pounds still buying these rounds still on the 7 you pull up you can get gunned down
N***as still hating still talking like im a fuckin clown but i maintain sucka n***as in it for the clout bitch im like a couple bands up
Your luck running out say its bulletproof nigha your love running out (n***a)
If really want you dead ain't no hanging out
(Ay Ay) lil trey got that drako
Upping on it going up top you better lay low
You would think this bitch A/C whеn that K blow
(Ay Ay) n***a simon says when i say so
It ain't a game but all my guns look like thеy belong in halo this bag on me you a quarterback you can get sacked homie tear it off bitch you know we had that bag on em
This shit gay started a gang some bitches fagged on me now look im getting cheese without that macaroni (Ay n***a) im jock rivers i set that play n***a nice nigha shouldve never showed me where he stay n***a ouuwee
Now we running in yo place n***a
I got this hoe bitch for you its other ways n***a
Set em up for that play these n***as too horny
(Ay Ay) finna knock em down with this big 40
Cutty brain dead he a vegetable you can say his ass corny (Ay) this 40 bullets just like pills leave his ass snoring bitch we let these blakeys go to work you better mind your business only way she coming round me if she where the trick is
Outta state getting off weight 24 hour fitness
If theres sumn in that car asking em where the blick is ouuwee i got game i can talk the slickest
Ouuwee free the slaves cause yo ass a witness
N***as snake they own dawgs for a lil chicken
But they know that ima shooter n ian even trippin

Gettin jiggy ridin thru the bity we can get sillly
Bitch stop wit all that mean muggin
This Glock hold 50
Where was you at when i was broke
You hoes wasn't wit me (ay)
(Nah bitch i know you dont miss me)
20 toes down on a friday now i look like pinky
40 sum dollars on a shipment and this pack sticky
N***as out here telling working they magic it can get tricky
(n***as really ain't got no love for me)