[Intro]
Leeboy on the track!
True story
[Verse]
I got a drop on a goofy nigga, tweakin' with his bitch
I got this white, I heard that it's light, that's where he keep his shit
Okay cool, we gon wait to work, this one we can't miss
I love the choppa, this a gen 4, with the rubber grip
I ain't move the beef, with this bitch I could've been a chef
You know me, I come with the mob, tote Glocks like you rob
We 63rd St. Lawrence, Eberhart, pillows through yo car
Round here, you can get DOA, hollows eat his face
Got 2 Glocks, they filled to the top, take 12 on a chase
But we can't go, smacked him in the store, it's not a place that's safe
We put hole in hearts, fuck a Valentine's Day
I'm like nigga what, shells poppin' outside of the K
Any nigga trusting hoes like that lil pussy gold
.30 Glock with the red beam, lil foe he on go
He gon walk yo block, he gon sweep anyone he know
Caught him on the bike, they took his life, ain't spared a nigga
J-Money got gunned to warts, he was too extra nigga
Sheroid ass he a flippa, and [?] free my nigga
Ran off on a plug and found another one
Smoke yo ass like Cali buds, rest of love ain't showing none
Bet not see no bitch, we smoke they top and treat them just like Nikki
We gon stop they live, they gon hide, they can't come outside
Brand new .45, hit his spine, split his ass in half
I told lil bro like fuck it, we on everything suspect
All we do is pop pills, bitch we so corrupted
If I ever get jammed, fuck it Imma thug it
And I know some migos who'll shake you if you touch me
We kill shit in broad day, they pull off like it's nothing
B-B-B-Bitch, I keep a slimy thot, we come wipe you nigga
And my shootas, they ain't sayin' Glee, but they look like Zoes
I got fiends, they'll kill ya for a tenth off the smoke
Do lil bronem, they just shootin' at [?], tryna score
6 to 24? That shit must be a joke
We'll kill you dead, gotta Get Back Gang some more
If we ain't been up, they what you Get Back Gang for?
Keep runnin' from us, go, shout out who made the O
[Outro]
Go, go, go, go
We got 4 Os, hollows poppin' out the do'
Niggas talkin' out they do', oh
True story
Leeboy on the track!
True story
[Verse]
I got a drop on a goofy nigga, tweakin' with his bitch
I got this white, I heard that it's light, that's where he keep his shit
Okay cool, we gon wait to work, this one we can't miss
I love the choppa, this a gen 4, with the rubber grip
I ain't move the beef, with this bitch I could've been a chef
You know me, I come with the mob, tote Glocks like you rob
We 63rd St. Lawrence, Eberhart, pillows through yo car
Round here, you can get DOA, hollows eat his face
Got 2 Glocks, they filled to the top, take 12 on a chase
But we can't go, smacked him in the store, it's not a place that's safe
We put hole in hearts, fuck a Valentine's Day
I'm like nigga what, shells poppin' outside of the K
Any nigga trusting hoes like that lil pussy gold
.30 Glock with the red beam, lil foe he on go
He gon walk yo block, he gon sweep anyone he know
Caught him on the bike, they took his life, ain't spared a nigga
J-Money got gunned to warts, he was too extra nigga
Sheroid ass he a flippa, and [?] free my nigga
Ran off on a plug and found another one
Smoke yo ass like Cali buds, rest of love ain't showing none
Bet not see no bitch, we smoke they top and treat them just like Nikki
We gon stop they live, they gon hide, they can't come outside
Brand new .45, hit his spine, split his ass in half
I told lil bro like fuck it, we on everything suspect
All we do is pop pills, bitch we so corrupted
If I ever get jammed, fuck it Imma thug it
And I know some migos who'll shake you if you touch me
We kill shit in broad day, they pull off like it's nothing
B-B-B-Bitch, I keep a slimy thot, we come wipe you nigga
And my shootas, they ain't sayin' Glee, but they look like Zoes
I got fiends, they'll kill ya for a tenth off the smoke
Do lil bronem, they just shootin' at [?], tryna score
6 to 24? That shit must be a joke
We'll kill you dead, gotta Get Back Gang some more
If we ain't been up, they what you Get Back Gang for?
Keep runnin' from us, go, shout out who made the O
[Outro]
Go, go, go, go
We got 4 Os, hollows poppin' out the do'
Niggas talkin' out they do', oh
True story
( FBG Young )
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