Текст песни
What you ridin' in a check out Jeep? Every nigga I fuck with, every nigga I fuck With, they use they feet. Comin' back in the Game how I came. I'm on it. Gonna start by, start by the trenches. We gonna start by cutting every nigga off that Ain't handle their fuckin' business. I remember them places them guns got buried. I remember them days them bullets flew by head. I remember the bullet, phew, by my dreads. I give a man they props. If that real, he get shot, should've been shot. That shit he showin' off, that is all he Got. I ain't gonna lie, I seen a real Trapper mad the dope ain't bounce back, he punched The pot. This shit here got serious. I told every nigga I love, "Don't call my Phone." They watchin'. This shit here got serious. No lie, all these federal phones. They taps. This shit got serious. I know some niggas locked by the phone. Conspiracy. This shit got serious. I know some young niggas that really coach how I be on. This shit got serious. They got cameraman, the feds Behind they drones. This shit got serious. I some nigga that's never Comin' home. I'm finna upgrade all my jewelry, Finna turn my links. I had the hood fuckin' up my security, white Car squeaked. 'Cause they know I got more checks To pick up. They know I'm a trapper right With 'em. They know I got a career, if It come down I'ma hit a Drac' with 'em. They know I'll never forget where I'm from, never Think that I'm bigger than the shit. I know I ain't got no business at the Store, so I hurry up and grab my kit. I ain't the type of nigga to answer my Phone, record and go live and shit. I know a couple niggas that done broadcasted shit, Got hit in they shit. Smoke. I know if they catch me at the store Right now, they gon' swarm this bitch. If I see cop rushin', instead of parkin', I Left right the switch. I'm goin' out like Tony. It's real niggas lookin' up to me, so I Stay on ten by my lonely. I can't disappoint 'em. Rose gold emeralds I know you heard of Pat Fox. He make homies kill homies. This shit here got serious. I told every nigga I love, "Don't call my phone." They watchin'. This shit here got serious. No lie, all these federal phones. They taps. This shit got serious. I know some niggas locked by the phone. Conspiracy. This shit got serious. I know some young niggas that really coach how I be on. This shit got serious. They got the cameraman, the Feds behind they drones. This shit got serious. I know some nigga that's Never comin' home. I'm finna upgrade all my jewelry, finna turn in My links. I had the hood fuckin' up my Security, white car just squeaked.
YTB Fatt — Conspiracy
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