Pipe that shit up, TnTLezter, you going crazyI’m married to my enemies, till death do us apartWhen I shoot, I hope I shoot right through your heartCannot take niggas seriouslyI’m still posted up on my boulevardRun up on me, I’ma pop you with this rodMight catch another felonySend a hundred shots through your carNew opp pack, roll him up in my cigarLook what the streets done did to meGot me thinkin’ that the world flawedCan’t trust nobody might bulletproof all my carsCan’t trust nobody, swing the stick like a guitarRun up on me, I’ma send his ass to AllahRun up on me, he dead and that’s on God, niggaI was up a hundred K still tryna rob niggasThey don’t wanna see me so I’ma starve niggasTwenty six thirteen six I came with mop niggasI got ties, ain’t tellin’ no eyesThey still popped that guy from the other sideTook the nigga life, and he still ain’t slideStill ain’t right even you died, ayy, ayyHe said it’s beef, and we left him fried, broad dayThese partners traumatized, tear up in they momma’s eyesUp the rate on the homicide, man the news got televisedI’m married to my enemies, till death do us apartWhen I shoot, I hope I shoot right through your heartCannot take niggas seriouslyI’m still posted up on my boulevardRun up on me, I’ma pop you with this rod
Might catch another felonySend a hundred shots through your carNew opp pack, roll him up in my cigarLook what the streets done did to meGot me thinkin’ that the world flawedCan’t trust nobody might bulletproof all my carsMe and Jackboy on some soldier shitThat pressure hit I bet blow this bitchI bet I get who I’m supposed to getWe can’t speak on no one but usI can’t vouch for no one but mePlay then we gon’ smoke em like runtzThrow him in the dirt like a seedAye where I’m from gotta clutch your heaterGrew up so fast I could’ve fucked my teacherKillers ’round me but I gotta strap myself cuz I don’t trust them eitherSometimes yo’ people ain’t yo’ people, you hear me?I tried to move my granny she don’t wanna leave her blockSo I can’t go and visit grandma without a few hunnid shotsWithout a few hunnid GlocksPlease don’t think we bought the boxPlease don’t think you that you gon’ fuck with me or mines and don’t get popped niggaI’m married to my enemies, till death do us apartWhen I shoot, I hope I shoot right through your heartCannot take niggas seriouslyI’m still posted up on my boulevardRun up on me, I’ma pop you with this rodMight catch another felonySend a hundred shots through your carNew opp pack, roll him up in my cigarLook what the streets done did to meGot me thinkin’ that the world flawedCan’t trust nobody might bulletproof all my cars
