[Intro]
Yeah, uh (No question)
48th Los City
[Verse 1]
[?] gaters and gorillas
These niggas pudding soft, wafers and vanillas
And all my niggas killing
You could see it in they face
And all we ain't for doing time even if murder was a case
So shoutout Rocko, shorty's a Loose Skrew
And Marco's too cold-hearted, his shit is loose too
Streets is abnormal, and Montana is a beast
And it ain't no telling what's gon' happen if we put Tristo on the streets
I'm so YMLCMG, whole Zeko World roll with me
And if you play of us wrong you get three letters, R.I.P
On my soul I'm on about three
I can't sit down, and I can't sleep
Hit my cup and grip my tea
And I been enough for a week
Pistol on my lap, lil' homies in the trap
Bitches on my line, like "Rosé where you at?"
I'm on that Hozay, bitch I'm strapped
Whole Los City on my back
When they say Rosé two times, I don't know how to act
Bitch niggas get patched
And I ain't gon' say no names
But all my shorties cutthroat
You gon' know it's not a game
When you get yourself a shirt R.I.P [?] your name
In the headline, and to break the news and make you famous
I'm so [?] gang, bitch 051
So cutthroat, 4808 Hitsquad hoe
[?] familiar greeders like the mob hoe
Them choppas chop you down, like the Russians did Alonzo
[Interlude]
I don't know what's wrong with these niggas
They got all times [?] to forgot
Nigga been gone too long this summer I gotta remind em, uh uh
[Verse 2]
It goes 4808, 051
Fuck the other side, never get caught without yo gun
They got down on Lil Marc, thank god he had his pole
They brought the shit to my front door, and I proved them boys was hoes
Now all of a sudden, y'all shooters
And everybody down here just killers
Who the fuck y'all think y'all fooling I got history on you niggas
Boy don't forget, nigga I was there when Big Homie took yo pistol
At gunpoint, Booda had one and I swore he could of killed
I'ma keep that on a hush
Cause that shit, that's just for us
And it was nothing getting yo tool back cause my name a 100 plus
Now I'm like, "What the fuck"
Niggas got all times of some shit
Try talk to him like grown man
And this the type shit he wanna come with
Like I don't love how that gun sound
Like I don't love how that gun spit
[?] playing with them tools, this the type of shit I have fun with
[Outro: Tristo]
BDK man, 600K, LamronK, WIIIC CityK
If you a BD, fuck you man I'm on that period
Yeah, uh (No question)
48th Los City
[Verse 1]
[?] gaters and gorillas
These niggas pudding soft, wafers and vanillas
And all my niggas killing
You could see it in they face
And all we ain't for doing time even if murder was a case
So shoutout Rocko, shorty's a Loose Skrew
And Marco's too cold-hearted, his shit is loose too
Streets is abnormal, and Montana is a beast
And it ain't no telling what's gon' happen if we put Tristo on the streets
I'm so YMLCMG, whole Zeko World roll with me
And if you play of us wrong you get three letters, R.I.P
On my soul I'm on about three
I can't sit down, and I can't sleep
Hit my cup and grip my tea
And I been enough for a week
Pistol on my lap, lil' homies in the trap
Bitches on my line, like "Rosé where you at?"
I'm on that Hozay, bitch I'm strapped
Whole Los City on my back
When they say Rosé two times, I don't know how to act
Bitch niggas get patched
And I ain't gon' say no names
But all my shorties cutthroat
You gon' know it's not a game
When you get yourself a shirt R.I.P [?] your name
In the headline, and to break the news and make you famous
I'm so [?] gang, bitch 051
So cutthroat, 4808 Hitsquad hoe
[?] familiar greeders like the mob hoe
Them choppas chop you down, like the Russians did Alonzo
[Interlude]
I don't know what's wrong with these niggas
They got all times [?] to forgot
Nigga been gone too long this summer I gotta remind em, uh uh
[Verse 2]
It goes 4808, 051
Fuck the other side, never get caught without yo gun
They got down on Lil Marc, thank god he had his pole
They brought the shit to my front door, and I proved them boys was hoes
Now all of a sudden, y'all shooters
And everybody down here just killers
Who the fuck y'all think y'all fooling I got history on you niggas
Boy don't forget, nigga I was there when Big Homie took yo pistol
At gunpoint, Booda had one and I swore he could of killed
I'ma keep that on a hush
Cause that shit, that's just for us
And it was nothing getting yo tool back cause my name a 100 plus
Now I'm like, "What the fuck"
Niggas got all times of some shit
Try talk to him like grown man
And this the type shit he wanna come with
Like I don't love how that gun sound
Like I don't love how that gun spit
[?] playing with them tools, this the type of shit I have fun with
[Outro: Tristo]
BDK man, 600K, LamronK, WIIIC CityK
If you a BD, fuck you man I'm on that period
( 051 Ros )
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