Its Tru Feat Da Real Gee Money - Fredo Bang Lyrics

Ain’t that DJ Chose over there?
Oh, looked like DJ Chose
Hard body
Perc’ and the lean
Trapped out, serve it to the fiends
Now I can’t stuff it in the jeans
Need another ring
My young niggas Dracos swings
Bustin’ at your sweet sixteen
Put it in the air
Ice box come me with a glare
Know I had to cop it, ‘bout a pair
Goin’ into bail
Bad bitch, I don’t wanna share
Pussy good, and she do head
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’ma still get him if he breathin’
Spent on a nigga ‘round the corner
I’m here overachievin’
Posted in the hood, nigga, I ain’t never leavin’
The dirt on the burner increasin’
These niggas don’t wanna get even
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’ma still get him if he breathin’
I got the drop, so I’m schemin’
I’m here overachievin’
Yeah, pull up like the IRS
None of these niggas won’t see me
These niggas cap through they streamin’
But these niggas don’t wanna get even
Fuck is you sayin’? (Huh)
Got bodies for real
This music for fans who know I ain’t playin’
I’m tryna be good, don’t fuck with my plans
I’m not on your mans
Pass youngin’ to Roy, he fresh out the can
The chopper, I dance
Open his body like corn in the can
Movin’ like the reaper, bitch, you come and take souls
Hit a nigga in his temple, tryna leave his eyes closed
I’ma put it on her nigga if he play with my woes
I’ma bail it on a nigga like I’m runnin’ that load
I ain’t runnin’ from a nigga unless he work with the folks
Huh, hit him in his throat, make him choke
Bitch
You know my heart black like a cloak
Kill a nigga, then I go ghost
Yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’ma still get him if he breathin’
I got the drop, so I’m schemin’
I’m here overachievin’
Yeah, pull up like the IRS
None of these niggas won’t see me
These niggas cap through they streamin’
But these niggas don’t wanna get even
I can’t be stuck in no box since I got out the box
I ain’t more fuckin’ stockin’ guala
I pass the game around to all my partners
You turn twenty-one, you gon’ get you a chopper
Don’t let these hoes get between you and bro
If you stick to the code, then nobody can stop you
Them niggas know you ain’t come here to joke
When you go to the door, have your hand on that Bible
You run it up, get some racks to your mama
Know you with the shit, put some up for your lawyer
I can’t believe how these niggas disloyal
Don’t care ‘bout no man ‘less you [?]
My kids out really have nightmares ‘bout shootin’, I get
I’m too rich to be smokin’ these cigs
I’m too blessed to be stressin’ ‘bout shit
Pussy play, I’ma bust on this wig
I’m really rich now
My whole life, give a fuck ‘bout a bitch now
Bein’ straight, they can never get kicked out
Soon as I catch my nut, gotta dip out
I’m on some shit now
I don’t see no one
Just Franklin and Benjamin only ones I wanna kick it with
Might hit a skinny bitch, just on some different shit
If you still breathin’, you know you ain’t gettin’ shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’ma still get him if he breathin’
Spent on a nigga ‘round the corner
I’m here overachievin’
Posted in the hood, nigga, I ain’t never leavin’
The dirt on the burner increasin’
These niggas don’t wanna get even
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’ma still get him if he breathin’
I got the drop, so I’m schemin’
I’m here overachievin’
Yeah, pull up like the IRS
None of these niggas won’t see me
These niggas cap through they streamin’
But these niggas don’t wanna get even

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Keep Your Steel Feat Da Real Gee Money - Fredo Bang Lyrics

Da Real Gee Money Killer

Put a brick on my wrist, put a brick on your mans
I'm representing the brand, they want me dead they got plans
100 shots in the Lamb, catch a shot or be down
Niggas switch, I can't stand, want me dead or in the can
I just caught one in the head
I ain't running, I ain't scared I just ain't tryna be dead
You know what I rep and you know what I bleed
We the ones put these niggas on Tees
Big dog, I can't eat with no fleas
Popsicle put a nigga on freeze
Talk down but I still be up
Hundred on me, is you gonna take it or what?
They need security to go to they hood
How you gonna say that they realer than us?
I was gangsta 'fore the buzz, stain that nigga like a rug (Yeah)
Everywhere I go it's love, even crips call me blood
30 rounds only time that I'm deep
Real nigga from the boot to the streets
Name a place and I bet that I'm good
Don't need security to go to my hood
I was gangsta 'fore the buzz, stain that nigga like a rug (Yeah)
Everywhere I go it's love, even crips call me blood
30 rounds only time that I'm deep
Real nigga from the boot to the streets
Name a place and I bet that I'm good
Don't need security to go to my hood
Run with that service and ain't no emergency here, I don't get worried a bit
One of your workers just spent but he atm and he got a squirting attempt
Make sure you tell 'em I'm built, make sure you know your on go with the burner for real
Make sure you tell them that I do not flinch, vision get blurred whenever you squint
Clear for departure now, solo in parts of town you niggas don't walk around
Streets love a real street nigga love, they roll the red carpet out
That image a gimmick so how is you realer then us what is they talkin bout
I only fear Allah and I'm runnin it up, aye, you gotta walk me down
Make sure you tell 'em, I'm one of them men
And I'm standing on ten from the street to the pen
Make sure you tell 'em, I step in the section respect is on heavy and I want to pretend
Make sure you tell 'em I'm ready to die
If you shoot and you miss then a murder commence (Allah akbar)
Bread Winner try, pelican fly, the pull up and put you in burgundy Timbs
I was gangsta 'fore the buzz, stain that nigga like a rug (Yeah)
Everywhere I go it's love, even crips call me blood
30 rounds only time that I'm deep
Real nigga from the boot to the streets
Name a place and I bet that I'm good
Don't need security to go to my hood
I was gangsta 'fore the buzz, stain that nigga like a rug (Yeah)
Everywhere I go it's love, even crips call me blood
30 rounds only time that I'm deep
Real nigga from the boot to the streets
Name a place and I bet that I'm good
Don't need security to go to my hood

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