Hallows

I'm tryna cop a trackhawk, hop out that motherfucka, I'll be fresh as fuck
I done lost the re-up, plenty of fucking times but a nigga done ran it up
We go up when we in the club
Cop some bottles, let's throw some ones
Up all night till we see the sun
On this dark road, ima need my gun

Feel like I'm creeping through the hallows
His pain and my pain, with me, you share yo sorrows
Rolling off drugs, hope I make it to tomorrow
Ima go head take the lead, you can follow
Mom was my pops and pops was my plug
Going in the club, nigga prolly coulda snuck the snug
Tryna have my mama walk in on designer rugs
Tryna baguette the whole gang, looking like a flood

Tryna get my foot inside the do', shit won't even budge
Tried to get my uncle to show me love but he moving sus
How you show another nigga befo' yo own blood
Thanking God we ain't neva have to ride the marta bus
Now we pull up, whips back to back, won't hesitate to buss
Me and gang going up, drank got me slowed up
Drank full of lust, tryna go and cop a buss down
100 round stuffed in the trap house, keep the noise down
Shhh
One time occasion so bit take ya clothes off
Cop the A M G, fuck around take the do's off
Got the trap jumping like jumanji, kick them hoes out
12 tapping phones, I can't talk on the phone loud
Yeah this bit silent, but move when we roll out
12 on patrol, I'm taking the back roads now
Tell em be safe every time that they pop out, cause shit can get hostile

Feel like I'm creeping through the hallows
His pain and my pain, with me, you share yo sorrows
Rolling off drugs, hope I make it to tomorrow
Ima go head take the lead, you can follow
Mom was pops and my pops was my plug
Going in the club, nigga prolly coulda snuck the snug
Tryna have my mama walk in on designer rugs
Tryna baguette the whole gang, looking like a flood



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Writer(s): Dre Thomas
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