Trauma G - On Me Lyrics

They checkin my piss, but im mixin dis dirty
Nigga wan beef bout a bitch it aint worth it
But If he gon trip imma hit em wit 30
I Kno if i slip they gon hit me wit 30
They killin hope for a nigga, cant turn in my dope or my pistol
Say they want smoke imma give it
I feed em smoke off the skillet
This aint no throw off lil nigga, still kick a door off the hinges
Back on my shit what is u on, niggaz say gang when they nuetron
Big booty bitch on my futon, jus bought that bitch off a Groupon
Dont make no status bout makin shit happen, my wins n losses like Lebron
Fakin upsettin my nuerons, N the thick of it, Olajuwan
Yea they gon hate me, dont care... spent half a day on a scale
Neva been late on a sale, blockin my play is no fair
40 on me, the extention on it prolly wont go as long as my hair
But u can play wit it, i dare... Dra-Drizzy... take care
Don't like me shut up n do somethin bout it
I kno u wont jump, but u thought about it
Call my lil youngin, he want a body
Run all u want i hit movin targets
Pull up at yo spot have u movin out it, not a luca brasi but'll pull a Mazi
Ill leave yo bitch wit the scooba divers, cuz its f*ck a nigga, feel like boo n gotti
(Hol up) dont trust these niggaz, I dont kno who really wit me
Tippin codiene i can feel it, Might jus OD on my feelings
Sent my brotha back to the feds, and they treat my dawg like he guilty
Go somewhere without my pistol, f*ck outta here, is u trippin
Came from the met, we aint scared of nun
City livin like a terradome, its a war everyday jus be careful son
Notice my strap wont compare to bombs, but they got us stuck wit no way to run
A black life is a trapped so its Afghanistan, lebonon
They make it hard to eat... guess they like starvin people
Niggaz be dodgin calls n wont speak, all i got is me,n im all that i need
We gon be str8 dawg, its on me (I swear)