It gets real in my city, so you better not snitch Cause we'll run through your crib with the pistols, that got dicks
Have you bleedin' on your couch cause you went and ran your mouth My big homie doin' a dime
I'm ready for him to get out
Once you get up out that pen, we'll be on that same shit
Jackin' dudes for they chain and f*ckin' on they main bitch, seven-four, GDN
I'm bangin' to the fullest
Let me catch you slippin', you gon' eat them choppa bullets
Twelve is all on my ass, they won't give me a break
If I had it my way, a pig would die today
I would cut his throat straight in front of his kids
Slaughter him like the pig that he really is
Man, I did shit all on my own, had to get it out the mud
Man, I started feelin' grown at the age of 16
I was flippin' them packs
I was toating them straps a 380 and a glock that came with a beam
Put you straight up on TV Bitch, I'm really bout that gang, shit, you can't step to me
Ridin' with them killers, and we keep that iron tucked
Run up, you get f*cked up, straight facts
Huncho 3timez - Ghetto Stories Freestyle Lyrics
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It gets real in my city, so you better not snitch Cause we'll run through your crib with the pistols, that got dicks
Have you bleedin' on your couch cause you went and ran your mouth My big homie doin' a dime
I'm ready for him to get out
Once you get up out that pen, we'll be on that same shit
Jackin' dudes for they chain and f*ckin' on they main bitch, seven-four, GDN
I'm bangin' to the fullest
Let me catch you slippin', you gon' eat them choppa bullets
Twelve is all on my ass, they won't give me a break
If I had it my way, a pig would die today
I would cut his throat straight in front of his kids
Slaughter him like the pig that he really is
Man, I did shit all on my own, had to get it out the mud
Man, I started feelin' grown at the age of 16
I was flippin' them packs
I was toating them straps a 380 and a glock that came with a beam
Put you straight up on TV Bitch, I'm really bout that gang, shit, you can't step to me
Ridin' with them killers, and we keep that iron tucked
Run up, you get f*cked up, straight facts
Have you bleedin' on your couch cause you went and ran your mouth My big homie doin' a dime
I'm ready for him to get out
Once you get up out that pen, we'll be on that same shit
Jackin' dudes for they chain and f*ckin' on they main bitch, seven-four, GDN
I'm bangin' to the fullest
Let me catch you slippin', you gon' eat them choppa bullets
Twelve is all on my ass, they won't give me a break
If I had it my way, a pig would die today
I would cut his throat straight in front of his kids
Slaughter him like the pig that he really is
Man, I did shit all on my own, had to get it out the mud
Man, I started feelin' grown at the age of 16
I was flippin' them packs
I was toating them straps a 380 and a glock that came with a beam
Put you straight up on TV Bitch, I'm really bout that gang, shit, you can't step to me
Ridin' with them killers, and we keep that iron tucked
Run up, you get f*cked up, straight facts
Writer: Riley Cagle
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