Left 4 Dead
Married to the streets bitch this FN been my best man
I got two twenty three's teaching myself how to shoot with my left hand
My lil bro he want all headshots told him keep a level head
I ain't going back and forth he think it's a game he get left for dead
He mad this Cartier on my right wrist came from rapping off the head
All these niggas talking about they slimey this shit getting hard to tell
All these choppas you see beside this shit here not for sell
The opps they don't be doing no sliding only problems we got is 12
Its a bag on that chop it ain't dropping no shells
Put a bag in his stomach since he talking his shit
That button ain't bo flash
That button it's a switch
5800 bitch I came from the bricks
1100 bitch I took risks for this wrist
Beef with a bum I'm too rich for this shit
You want us to come is you sure we don't miss
The last nigga dissed got took off the list
Married to the streets bitch this FN been my best man
I got two twenty three's teaching myself how to shoot with my left hand
My lil bro he want all headshots told him keep a level head
I ain't going back and forth he think it's a game he get left for dead
Bro don't like him so I took his shit and he don't like me cause I fucked his bitch
They ain't never outside when we slide with sticks
Put that on my lil girl niggas ain't on shit
Real deal slime fuck ya bitch when I wanna
This 62 hurt that's why you hate me don't it
You ain't never shot shit hollering out you a menace
In this life I live it's only death or a sentence
Mama said son you need to stop these drugs
I just start laughing and gave her a hug
I'm just like my daddy know I don't give a fuck
Should of seen nigga face when he seen this truck
Every time they act up they know they get hit up
Everything we done popped been from the hip up
Watch his ass fall down now he can't get up
They know we really touch shit that's why they ass diss us
Married to the streets bitch this FN been my best man
I got two twenty three's teaching myself how to shoot with my left hand
My lil bro he want all headshots told him keep a level head
I ain't going back and forth he think it's a game he get left for dead
I got two twenty three's teaching myself how to shoot with my left hand
My lil bro he want all headshots told him keep a level head
I ain't going back and forth he think it's a game he get left for dead
He mad this Cartier on my right wrist came from rapping off the head
All these niggas talking about they slimey this shit getting hard to tell
All these choppas you see beside this shit here not for sell
The opps they don't be doing no sliding only problems we got is 12
Its a bag on that chop it ain't dropping no shells
Put a bag in his stomach since he talking his shit
That button ain't bo flash
That button it's a switch
5800 bitch I came from the bricks
1100 bitch I took risks for this wrist
Beef with a bum I'm too rich for this shit
You want us to come is you sure we don't miss
The last nigga dissed got took off the list
Married to the streets bitch this FN been my best man
I got two twenty three's teaching myself how to shoot with my left hand
My lil bro he want all headshots told him keep a level head
I ain't going back and forth he think it's a game he get left for dead
Bro don't like him so I took his shit and he don't like me cause I fucked his bitch
They ain't never outside when we slide with sticks
Put that on my lil girl niggas ain't on shit
Real deal slime fuck ya bitch when I wanna
This 62 hurt that's why you hate me don't it
You ain't never shot shit hollering out you a menace
In this life I live it's only death or a sentence
Mama said son you need to stop these drugs
I just start laughing and gave her a hug
I'm just like my daddy know I don't give a fuck
Should of seen nigga face when he seen this truck
Every time they act up they know they get hit up
Everything we done popped been from the hip up
Watch his ass fall down now he can't get up
They know we really touch shit that's why they ass diss us
Married to the streets bitch this FN been my best man
I got two twenty three's teaching myself how to shoot with my left hand
My lil bro he want all headshots told him keep a level head
I ain't going back and forth he think it's a game he get left for dead
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Writer(s): Tommy Chalk
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