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Ayy
You know, I'm forever with the trenches, you know what I'm sayin'? (FOREVEROLLING)
I can't leave my brother never, you know?
Talk that shit, gang

I been off of X for three days, I can't sleep
Ridin' 'round three cars deep, we been searchin' for our beef
I say ooh, when I catch him, I'ma put him on a tee
I say ooh, when I catch him, I'ma make him rest in peace
I say ooh, when I catch him, turn him to a memory
I say ooh, when I catch him, I'ma make a nigga bleed, yeah

Ooh, if he run, I'ma catch him (Yeah)
Ooh, I'ma catch him, I'ma stretch him (Gang)
Ooh, if I catch him, I'ma stretch him
He can't run, 'cause I ain't gon' let him (Yeah)
I'm turnt up and I'm too extra
I be dead when I'm off them Teslas
In these streets, I'm too respected
I was broke, I felt neglected
Keep pipe, I'm never naked
My lifestyle, they don't get it (Yeah)
Fake niggas, I keep my distance
Investigations, better not mention
Know a nigga who died for attention
We robbed four niggas at Lenox (On God)
And that traphouse come with a tenant (On God)
You don't know what I'd do for that pendent (Yeah)
Hellcat, two drums, them titties (Skrrt)
Not one with self-defense
Ain't talked to my dawg in a minute
Caught a body, now I take care his children
Got a check and I bought me a building, yeah
I been off the X for three days, I can't sleep at all
Know that feeling when you too high, you try to sleep it off

I been off of X for three days, I can't sleep
Ridin' 'round three cars deep, we been searchin' for our beef
I say ooh, when I catch him, I'ma put him on a tee
I say ooh, when I catch him, I'ma make him rest in peace
I say ooh, when I catch him, turn him to a memory
I say ooh, when I catch him, I'ma make a nigga bleed, yeah

I'ma make examples outta niggas for that sneak dissin'
Won't catch me slippin', pillow talking to these weak bitches
We complete missions, it ain't shit to reach niggas
If it's beef, nigga, I won't tweet, nigga, we can leak niggas
Street niggas next to these niggas, I'm Big Meech, nigga
Heat hit him, knock a crease in him, make sure we get him
What the fuck is beef when you out here in in these streets?
Hit the window, let it ring, rollin' off a Burger King, I say

I been off of X for three days, I can't sleep
Ridin' 'round three cars deep, we been searchin' for our beef
I say ooh, when I catch him, I'ma put him on a tee
I say ooh, when I catch him, I'ma make him rest in peace
I say ooh, when I catch him, turn him to a memory
I say ooh, when I catch him, I'ma make a nigga bleed, yeah



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Writer(s): George Stone Iii, Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr.
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