Tension E

Skin is getting brown, skin is getting brown and My nigga yell, "Give a clue," the third hand On the chrome. Skin is brown and my nigga Yell, "Give a clue," the third hand on the Chrome. Word is bond. getting and yell, on the Bond. Coming with the squad, coming with the squad, Tryna put me up in five, but my nigga Ray Ron got the chrome. Coming with the squad, Tryna put me up in five, my nigga Ray Ron got the chrome threaded. Skin getting brown, skin is getting brown and my Nigga yell, "Give a clue," the third hand on The chrome. Skin is brown and my nigga yell, "Give a clue," put the third hand on the Chrome. Word is bond. Coming with the squad, coming With the squad, tryna put me up in five, My nigga Ray Ron got the chrome. Coming with the squad, tryna put me up in Five, but my nigga Ray Ron got the chrome Threaded. Break my seventeen round game, Niggas smell blood on your chest while you running, No escape. With the troopers on my back, 'bout To go for killing, this guy gon' surprise enemies When he creeping. Holla one time, then the girl Chop him like a flying D, hit your brain With the bullet, D sleep. Players the crooked type Pulling from the back, live streets, different Street niggas up in that. Skin getting brown, skin is getting brown and my Nigga yell, "Give a clue," the third hand on The chrome. Skin is getting brown and my nigga Yell, "Give a clue," put the third hand on The chrome. Word is bond. Coming with the squad, coming with the squad, tryna Put me up in five, but my nigga Ray Ron got the chrome. Coming with the squad, tryna Put me up in five, my nigga Ray Ron Got the chrome threaded. Skin is getting brown, skin Getting brown and my nigga yell, "Give a clue," Put the third hand on the chrome. Skin is brown and my nigga yell, "Give a Clue," put the third hand on the chrome. Word is bond. Coming with the squad, coming with The squad, tryna put me up in five, but My nigga Ray Ron got the chrome. Coming with the squad, tryna put me up in Five, my nigga Ray Ron got the chrome threaded. Break my seventeen round game, niggas smell blood on Your chest while you running, no escape. With the troopers on my back, 'bout to go For a killing, this guy gon' surprise enemies when He creeping. Holla one time, like flying hit Your brain with sleep. Players in that.