Mexico

(Yeah)

(Yeah)

(TK)
(TK)
(TK TruZe)

Fightin the struggle, I'm makin it out
Been had a plan, now I figured it out
Runnin wit muscle, no need to work out
He wanted a tussle, that glock laid em out

If a bitch wanna squeeze, then we bleedin em down
Roaming around, on the westside a town

Fuckin wit baby's in Mexico, like I'm lil keed
Whipping it, how I be movin the keys
But I'm still out on my feet
Walkin round wit my heat
You might thought I'm JB
All my shooters be throwing them 3s

Bad bitch
Ass fat, wit some double ds
Twin sticks, double these
Spitting fire, everytime I breath
Been blessed way before I sneezed

Hop out, pop out,
Stop now, opp down

I had to reroute an find a new way
Not working no job, I gotta hustle to make it
An spread out whatever is paid
I ain't have no hope, they in school tryna learn
I was skipping tryna get me a whole brain
Flipping tryna get to a whole thang
Youngin still takin care of old thangs
If It's beef, in the street, do not speak,
Keep it G
How you talkin bout money but sleep couch to couch
Why you acting so tough but you won't leave the house
Yo ass playin wit lions
While runnin wit sheep
Who you think you be foolin
Maybe back in 03
You really a bitch, you ain't scaring a thing
Pussy what you be
Moneys all I see, I don't like to talk
I don't speak for free
They tryna show love, all I'm seein is hate
Said I'd shine like the sun
They said, stay in the shade
You ain't want me to win
You be playing both sides
Told you don't fuck wit dawg
You think I'm lettin shit slide
I'm 3 up check the clock
Time is ticking, knock knock
We ain't playin, but you bitches been game
I weathered the storm and still walk through that rain
You don't be on shit, bitch just stay in yo lane

Fightin the struggle, I'm makin it out
Been had a plan, now I figured it out
Runnin wit muscle, no need to work out
He wanted a tussle, that glock laid em out

If a bitch wanna squeeze, then we bleedin em down
Roaming around, on the westside a town

Fuckin wit baby's in Mexico, like I'm lil keed
Whipping it, how I be movin the keys
But I'm still out on my feet
Walkin round wit my heat
You might thought I'm JB
All my shooters be throwing them 3s

Bad bitch
Ass fat, wit some double ds
Twin sticks, double these
Spitting fire, everytime I breath
Been blessed way before I sneezed

Yeah, they know I stay high, I'm always puffin
My steak out like prime but I'm going huntin
We be outside, most of em bluffin
Way to the top, I ain't stopping for nothing
All about guap, motto, get to the money
Did shawty bad she ain't keep it 100
I was down bad on the 4th still ain't punt it
Just scored a touchdown
How I had em runnin
Riding with Bees
Don't get stung, just for fronting
Make sure he go it, we ain't leavin wit nothing
Bitch we be on that
Play get yo soul snatched
Sick bitch I'm COVID
Year ago I was homeless
Now I keep a chrome
Big bitch all on me
I'm never alone
Clip sticking out
Bitch this banana long
You said I was trippin, but you did me wrong
Me and Brodie be high
Like we cheech and Chong
Yeah, yeah
Like we cheech and Chong
Oh he wanted smoke, give em one to his dome
Catch that bitch lackin
Or stakeout his home
Free my og, he locked down, doin time
He ain't even do it, bond still got denied
Missing my dawg, reminisce bout that night
Stood on all 10, ain't back down from no fight

Yeah

Fightin the struggle, I'm makin it out
Been had a plan, now I figured it out
Runnin wit muscle, no need to work out
He wanted a tussle, that glock laid em out

If a bitch wanna squeeze, then we bleedin em down
Roaming around, on the westside a town

Fuckin wit baby's in Mexico, like I'm lil keed
Whipping it, how I be movin the keys
But I'm still out on my feet
Walkin round wit my heat
You might thought I'm JB
All my shooters be throwing them 3s

Bad bitch
Ass fat, wit some double ds
Twin sticks, double these
Spitting fire, everytime I breath
Been blessed way before I sneezed