Merchin on my homie
(Yeah)
I need niggas that's gone ride till the tank on E
A lot of niggas in these streets done died bout beef
Put that pain to the side
Gotta open up your eyes
And realize who ain't your homie
Realize who ain't your homie
We got Ruger 9s and F&Ns
He don't wanna hear them loud sounds
Them shots can send
He don't know that Smith & Wesson
Gotta spare drum
Let a nigga play dumb
Red Rum
(Yeah)
We all in the party
Them niggas tweakin
Fonem arguin over bodies they caught last weekend
How lil Joe tried to hop that gate
But then that nigga got blicked up
How that nigga tried to run
But fonem left his ass stuck
Y'all niggas understand it
Mask on mask off
Nigga I'ma bandit
I ain't have nobody
Everyone left me abandoned
I was really stranded
Folks got to tweakin
No time to panic
Clip was full
But that bitch left empty handed
Shot 'em where he standin
Left that nigga stiff just like a mannequin
Im just out here with a lot of pain
Im tryna manage it
How these niggas say that they the gang
But then they switch up and they change
Cuz they can't handle it
I just gotta separate myself from all this shit
And all these lies
Told them niggas time and time again
That it ain't shit to slide
If them niggas keep on tweakin
We gone catch 'em by surprise
Im slidin with the guys
F&N's and Ruger 9's
And we don't give no f*ck
That nigga tweak I might just
Take his life away
We drivin in a steamer
This bitch got the wrong license plates
This Glock 45 heat a nigga face
Quick like a microwave
To many blick's up in the car
I cannot throw my life away
So if them blue and white lights come on
SAMO do a high speed chase
Run up on that nigga get to dumpin
Then we ride away
My hands was shaking from the paranoia
I had to hop the gate
Found out my homie was giving confessions on me
To the jakes
Thats why I can't trust nobody
And I gotta lay low
Call my Ruger Red bull
Give 'em wings and a halo
Everybody round me they gone do
Whatever I say so
Hit 'em with that Ruger stick
That nigga dead he can't move
If that nigga tweak today
That nigga gone die whoooaa
Why these niggas tryna tweak
I don't know why oooh
If that nigga run up on me
He catch five whoooaaa
(Boom Boom)
Gang
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English
Merchin on my homie
(Yeah)
I need niggas that's gone ride till the tank on E
A lot of niggas in these streets done died bout beef
Put that pain to the side
Gotta open up your eyes
And realize who ain't your homie
Realize who ain't your homie
We got Ruger 9s and F&Ns
He don't wanna hear them loud sounds
Them shots can send
He don't know that Smith & Wesson
Gotta spare drum
Let a nigga play dumb
Red Rum
(Yeah)
We all in the party
Them niggas tweakin
Fonem arguin over bodies they caught last weekend
How lil Joe tried to hop that gate
But then that nigga got blicked up
How that nigga tried to run
But fonem left his ass stuck
Y'all niggas understand it
Mask on mask off
Nigga I'ma bandit
I ain't have nobody
Everyone left me abandoned
I was really stranded
Folks got to tweakin
No time to panic
Clip was full
But that bitch left empty handed
Shot 'em where he standin
Left that nigga stiff just like a mannequin
Im just out here with a lot of pain
Im tryna manage it
How these niggas say that they the gang
But then they switch up and they change
Cuz they can't handle it
I just gotta separate myself from all this shit
And all these lies
Told them niggas time and time again
That it ain't shit to slide
If them niggas keep on tweakin
We gone catch 'em by surprise
Im slidin with the guys
F&N's and Ruger 9's
And we don't give no f*ck
That nigga tweak I might just
Take his life away
We drivin in a steamer
This bitch got the wrong license plates
This Glock 45 heat a nigga face
Quick like a microwave
To many blick's up in the car
I cannot throw my life away
So if them blue and white lights come on
SAMO do a high speed chase
Run up on that nigga get to dumpin
Then we ride away
My hands was shaking from the paranoia
I had to hop the gate
Found out my homie was giving confessions on me
To the jakes
Thats why I can't trust nobody
And I gotta lay low
Call my Ruger Red bull
Give 'em wings and a halo
Everybody round me they gone do
Whatever I say so
Hit 'em with that Ruger stick
That nigga dead he can't move
If that nigga tweak today
That nigga gone die whoooaa
Why these niggas tryna tweak
I don't know why oooh
If that nigga run up on me
He catch five whoooaaa
(Boom Boom)
Gang
(Yeah)
I need niggas that's gone ride till the tank on E
A lot of niggas in these streets done died bout beef
Put that pain to the side
Gotta open up your eyes
And realize who ain't your homie
Realize who ain't your homie
We got Ruger 9s and F&Ns
He don't wanna hear them loud sounds
Them shots can send
He don't know that Smith & Wesson
Gotta spare drum
Let a nigga play dumb
Red Rum
(Yeah)
We all in the party
Them niggas tweakin
Fonem arguin over bodies they caught last weekend
How lil Joe tried to hop that gate
But then that nigga got blicked up
How that nigga tried to run
But fonem left his ass stuck
Y'all niggas understand it
Mask on mask off
Nigga I'ma bandit
I ain't have nobody
Everyone left me abandoned
I was really stranded
Folks got to tweakin
No time to panic
Clip was full
But that bitch left empty handed
Shot 'em where he standin
Left that nigga stiff just like a mannequin
Im just out here with a lot of pain
Im tryna manage it
How these niggas say that they the gang
But then they switch up and they change
Cuz they can't handle it
I just gotta separate myself from all this shit
And all these lies
Told them niggas time and time again
That it ain't shit to slide
If them niggas keep on tweakin
We gone catch 'em by surprise
Im slidin with the guys
F&N's and Ruger 9's
And we don't give no f*ck
That nigga tweak I might just
Take his life away
We drivin in a steamer
This bitch got the wrong license plates
This Glock 45 heat a nigga face
Quick like a microwave
To many blick's up in the car
I cannot throw my life away
So if them blue and white lights come on
SAMO do a high speed chase
Run up on that nigga get to dumpin
Then we ride away
My hands was shaking from the paranoia
I had to hop the gate
Found out my homie was giving confessions on me
To the jakes
Thats why I can't trust nobody
And I gotta lay low
Call my Ruger Red bull
Give 'em wings and a halo
Everybody round me they gone do
Whatever I say so
Hit 'em with that Ruger stick
That nigga dead he can't move
If that nigga tweak today
That nigga gone die whoooaa
Why these niggas tryna tweak
I don't know why oooh
If that nigga run up on me
He catch five whoooaaa
(Boom Boom)
Gang
Writer: Tyree Belfield
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