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Treble - Law 12-15 Lyrics



Treble - Law 12-15 Lyrics




Lil bitch I cant talk, bout shit I aint livin
It's time to get off, and yea wit the business
Wont give ya no gimmick
Dont need the attention
I come from that muddy, that swamp, Mississippi
Young nigga committed
My niggaz relentless
3/4 be convicted and still tote extensions
Get outta ya body, we aiming at fitteds
A make a bitch yea, I told ya they wit it
Lil bitch I cant talk, bout shit I aint livin
It's time to get off, and yea wit the business
Wont give ya no gimmick
Dont need the attention
I come from that muddy, that swamp, Mississippi
Young nigga committed
My niggaz relentless
3/4 be convicted and still tote extensions
Get outta ya body, we aiming at fitteds
A make a bitch yea, I told ya they wit it

Young nigga aint got his head on right
Gangsta over here, bitch left over right
I come from a place where ya dawg take ya life
Get set up by ya bitch just cuz y'all got to fightin
When you young and you black, aint no wrong and a right
Automatic loss, nigga tone aint as white
Poppin seals early morning, carryin on from the night
Second guessing all ya niggaz cuz ya bond aint as tight
Look a nigga in his eyes, talk up when ya speak
Never underestimate the next man like he weak
If you step, better step, mask up nigga creep
Busting something aint shit, I did that as a teen
Stay loaded off trees, I got dirt on my shoulders
When Karma catch me, I'm dying a soldier
Fly high in the sky and the fam I'll look over
Who said it'd be easy, I bet I take over
My niggaz be soldiers, the youngstaz be dumb
All us convicted and still tote a gun
14 with a baby, they f*ck when they young
And get back to business right after they cum
My niggaz be soldiers, the youngstaz be dumb
All us convicted and still tote a gun
14 with a baby, they f*ck when they young
And get back to business right after they cum

Lil bitch I cant talk, bout shit I aint livin
It's time to get off, and yea wit the business
Wont give ya no gimmick
Dont need the attention
I come from that muddy, that swamp, Mississippi
Young nigga committed
My niggaz relentless
3/4 be convicted and still tote extensions
Get outta ya body, we aiming at fitteds
A make a bitch yea, I told ya they wit it
Lil bitch I cant talk, bout shit I aint livin
It's time to get off, and yea wit the business
Wont give ya no gimmick
Dont need the attention
I come from that muddy, that swamp, Mississippi
Young nigga committed
My niggaz relentless
3/4 be convicted and still tote extensions
Get outta ya body, we aiming at fitteds
A make a bitch yea, I told ya they wit it

Buster put me on my G
Hit the pen, got it marked on me
Openwood on my back
Shit I learned to cook crack
Watching Phat Foo and D.T
Let the world throw dirt on me
Out the mud, still I come out clean
Shit I learned to play possum
But you know i'ma pop him
Cant let a nigga step on me
All my life I been bold, the world turned my heart cold
Smoking color purple nigga this that Harpo
Gotta zip full of gas
Glock wit a loaded mag
Yeah the bag protected stuffed in my cargos
When I say I want the bank, Im talking wells fargo
Every week buying trees, more than ya car note
And I keep my cup muddy with prometh or some tuss
I gotta wood, twistin up
Gas in a Tahoe
Tell a bitch bye hoe, I want nothing but neck
Lil hoe aint no good if she cant get a check
Cuz bitch where im from, they be dying bout that
They gon yea for money and power, respect
Tell a bitch bye hoe, I want nothing but neck
Lil hoe aint no good if she cant get a check
Cuz bitch where im from, they be dying bout
They gon yea for money and power, respect

Lil bitch I cant talk, bout shit I aint livin
It's time to get off, and yea wit the business
Wont give ya no gimmick
Dont need the attention
I come from that muddy, that swamp, Mississippi
Young nigga committed
My niggaz relentless
3/4 be convicted and still tote extensions
Get outta ya body, we aiming at fitteds
A make a bitch yea, I told ya they wit it
Lil bitch I cant talk, bout shit I aint livin
It's time to get off, and yea wit the business
Wont give ya no gimmick
Dont need the attention
I come from that muddy, that swamp, Mississippi
Young nigga committed
My niggaz relentless
3/4 be convicted and still tote extensions
Get outta ya body, we aiming at fitteds
A make a bitch yea, I told ya they wit it
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Lil bitch I cant talk, bout shit I aint livin
It's time to get off, and yea wit the business
Wont give ya no gimmick
Dont need the attention
I come from that muddy, that swamp, Mississippi
Young nigga committed
My niggaz relentless
3/4 be convicted and still tote extensions
Get outta ya body, we aiming at fitteds
A make a bitch yea, I told ya they wit it
Lil bitch I cant talk, bout shit I aint livin
It's time to get off, and yea wit the business
Wont give ya no gimmick
Dont need the attention
I come from that muddy, that swamp, Mississippi
Young nigga committed
My niggaz relentless
3/4 be convicted and still tote extensions
Get outta ya body, we aiming at fitteds
A make a bitch yea, I told ya they wit it

Young nigga aint got his head on right
Gangsta over here, bitch left over right
I come from a place where ya dawg take ya life
Get set up by ya bitch just cuz y'all got to fightin
When you young and you black, aint no wrong and a right
Automatic loss, nigga tone aint as white
Poppin seals early morning, carryin on from the night
Second guessing all ya niggaz cuz ya bond aint as tight
Look a nigga in his eyes, talk up when ya speak
Never underestimate the next man like he weak
If you step, better step, mask up nigga creep
Busting something aint shit, I did that as a teen
Stay loaded off trees, I got dirt on my shoulders
When Karma catch me, I'm dying a soldier
Fly high in the sky and the fam I'll look over
Who said it'd be easy, I bet I take over
My niggaz be soldiers, the youngstaz be dumb
All us convicted and still tote a gun
14 with a baby, they f*ck when they young
And get back to business right after they cum
My niggaz be soldiers, the youngstaz be dumb
All us convicted and still tote a gun
14 with a baby, they f*ck when they young
And get back to business right after they cum

Lil bitch I cant talk, bout shit I aint livin
It's time to get off, and yea wit the business
Wont give ya no gimmick
Dont need the attention
I come from that muddy, that swamp, Mississippi
Young nigga committed
My niggaz relentless
3/4 be convicted and still tote extensions
Get outta ya body, we aiming at fitteds
A make a bitch yea, I told ya they wit it
Lil bitch I cant talk, bout shit I aint livin
It's time to get off, and yea wit the business
Wont give ya no gimmick
Dont need the attention
I come from that muddy, that swamp, Mississippi
Young nigga committed
My niggaz relentless
3/4 be convicted and still tote extensions
Get outta ya body, we aiming at fitteds
A make a bitch yea, I told ya they wit it

Buster put me on my G
Hit the pen, got it marked on me
Openwood on my back
Shit I learned to cook crack
Watching Phat Foo and D.T
Let the world throw dirt on me
Out the mud, still I come out clean
Shit I learned to play possum
But you know i'ma pop him
Cant let a nigga step on me
All my life I been bold, the world turned my heart cold
Smoking color purple nigga this that Harpo
Gotta zip full of gas
Glock wit a loaded mag
Yeah the bag protected stuffed in my cargos
When I say I want the bank, Im talking wells fargo
Every week buying trees, more than ya car note
And I keep my cup muddy with prometh or some tuss
I gotta wood, twistin up
Gas in a Tahoe
Tell a bitch bye hoe, I want nothing but neck
Lil hoe aint no good if she cant get a check
Cuz bitch where im from, they be dying bout that
They gon yea for money and power, respect
Tell a bitch bye hoe, I want nothing but neck
Lil hoe aint no good if she cant get a check
Cuz bitch where im from, they be dying bout
They gon yea for money and power, respect

Lil bitch I cant talk, bout shit I aint livin
It's time to get off, and yea wit the business
Wont give ya no gimmick
Dont need the attention
I come from that muddy, that swamp, Mississippi
Young nigga committed
My niggaz relentless
3/4 be convicted and still tote extensions
Get outta ya body, we aiming at fitteds
A make a bitch yea, I told ya they wit it
Lil bitch I cant talk, bout shit I aint livin
It's time to get off, and yea wit the business
Wont give ya no gimmick
Dont need the attention
I come from that muddy, that swamp, Mississippi
Young nigga committed
My niggaz relentless
3/4 be convicted and still tote extensions
Get outta ya body, we aiming at fitteds
A make a bitch yea, I told ya they wit it
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Writer: Xavier Floyd
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Language: English
Length: 3:16
Written by: Xavier Floyd

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