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Trey pidday Suave bitch KD Beg your pardon, I ain't at the garden I'm a Harlem nigga, I'm at Dyckman My favorite shooter had to switch states, tryna stay low from inditements I been the same nigga since diapers Same nigga with no license Same nigga caught the train nigga Now I'm gettin brain from your wifey You need a pass just to come 'round I need that Rolly face bust down Tryna chill cause it's Ramadan but I kill these niggas when that sun down I ain't cooling less gun round You can lose your life over one pound Take my time in the trap stressing I'm baggin up in a rush now Fuck what you thought, this not L.A So we ain't driving by, we gon' pull up and park Catch you at the light, make it get dark In the night when bitches taking it off I'm just tryna get my cake up, my bitch bad with no makeup Gunning for ya, got a hungry lawyer Go up in the court and shoot a case up Bully probably pull a Wraith up I been thinking bout that Ghost shit I'm retarded when it comes to cops On my momma I don't know shit On my momma I done sold nicks Not a liar, never sold bricks If they raid the crib nigga, don't snitch Everybody get it, I got no picks Trey pounds, that's a KD Pray to God they don't take me Rolex or a A.P 226 with no safety Get some work, hit the road We was hustling in the Cove Feel it when it hit your nose Waking up with different hoes Trey pounds, that's a KD Pray to God they don't take me Rolex or a A.P 226 with no safety Get some work, hit the road We was hustling in the Cove Feel it when it hit your nose Waking up with different hoes Trey pound, that's a KD I ain't showing up if they don't pay me Been nice since Skate King, these bitches on to me lately Telling me that I look good, telling me that I smell nice This YSL sour D, still on my moms for that bail price Played ball and I played the trap I can tell you 'bout what them scales like Had a celly with a bunk bed, I can tell you 'bout what them jails like Cop shit 'fore we hit the streets, you still waiting for that sell price Stepped on and get dismissed We like big fish, talking whale type 45 that's a come back, east river where they dump that Had breakfast on Lennox Ave. Got a flight to Vegas, where lunch at My youngin got it, he can pump that My homie hit it, I don't want that Hate a bitch that never got here own Always asking niggas where the blunts at 33 that's a Scot Pip Foreign bitch up in the drop six Thinking when I couldn't cop shit I would trap in Queens, Fetty Wap shit Rockstar need a moshpit Live a thug life on some Pac shit Fly nigga need a cockpit You ain't fucking with me, you can watch this Trey pounds, that's a KD Pray to God they don't take me Rolex or a A.P 226 with no safety Get some work, hit the road We was hustling in the Cove Feel it when it hit your nose Waking up with different hoes Trey pounds, that's a KD Pray to God they don't take me Rolex or a A.P 226 with no safety Get some work, hit the road We was hustling in the Cove Feel it when it hit your nose Waking up with different hoes Trey pounds, that's a KD Trey pounds, that's a KD Trey pounds, that's a KD Trey pounds, that's a KD Trey pounds, that's a KD Trey pounds, that's a KD Trey pounds, that's a KD Trey pounds, that's a KD
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