Yrn
Yo, RIP that Migo man
Y'all already know, one of the most humble ones
This one for you my boy
Rest up
It's this tre rah hop on the beat and I take off
In the field we gon' play ball
Hop in my car, my face one, she got that booty aghh i think she cakeing
Back to the crib, you know how it is, all her clothes she gon' take off
Young boy just came up from nothing, niggas don't give me mine, it's time to take some
I remember, I remember, food stamps, stealing clothes for the winter
Lil bitch we was broke, one whole month, ramen noodles, was my dinner
Now I feel like a winner, designer hot like my temper
Jewels cold like the winter, flashy in the back, I'm a humble nigga
Can't talk if you ain't getting bags, my niggas got a lot of cash
I got some shooters in the back, in case that nigga try to stab me in the back
We been trappin', trappin', trappin' dont trust niggas
Keep this shhh on my lap, and either way that it go, I'ma go up
And that's just a straight fact, fitted on, dreads tied to the back
Dark shades on, thats versace for the lens
Des piere leather, I know you peep the drip
Bitch, I be shinin' that's diamonds on the kid
Nonstop go up in this bitch
Niggas be haters, goddamn it, make me sick
And these hoes be all on the tip, cause I'm young, getting rich
Life like a movie, you know what I'm saying
Like a book
Ain't nobody having it, and we been in the game, like, you know what I'm saying
People that's in the first scene, or the first chapter, the second chapter
They ain't meant to be in the whole entire, you know what I'm saying
They part of your history
I be in the dungeon, little bitch we called dat the lab
And I'm sliding out smooth, dressed in all black like the bats
I got a bitch with the fats
Ass
Harley Quinn on my lap
She be acting crazy crazy, and she love to swing a strap
She might put it to ya back, finesse him, just let me get the coordinates
It's a setup, don't go in to the back
We waiting, looking like a walking lick
Mask on them niggas ratting to the pigs
Silly rabit
Don't they know tricks for kids
Why they think they slick
I'm just getting money
Young rich nigga shit
RIP all the OGs
10 toes we down in the street
Said rest in peace to all of my brothers
They evil tryna take em from us
Them crackers, no they never loved us
All night, flipping to the sun up
When its day time know we getting piped up
When I'm high, i be fly like a kite does
little hoe, we been dripin since diapers
i make it rain
Better put on your whipers
If I catch a opp, then I'mma on site em
Bitch, I got the gas
Then we gon' ignite em
Then we send him up like it's the x files
We don't do disrespecting in this town
My homie swinging them pistols around
Bitch, this is a jungle, we live in the wild
We in the matrix im tryna get out
I be in my zone, no drama allowed
All of these Jewls, I'mma jump in the crowd
Young rich nigga, glad I made it out
Verse after verse, I had y'all going wild
Take off a legend, he ain't never fumble
RIP Nip, Take an my momma, niggah it's Tre Rah
Y'all already know, one of the most humble ones
This one for you my boy
Rest up
It's this tre rah hop on the beat and I take off
In the field we gon' play ball
Hop in my car, my face one, she got that booty aghh i think she cakeing
Back to the crib, you know how it is, all her clothes she gon' take off
Young boy just came up from nothing, niggas don't give me mine, it's time to take some
I remember, I remember, food stamps, stealing clothes for the winter
Lil bitch we was broke, one whole month, ramen noodles, was my dinner
Now I feel like a winner, designer hot like my temper
Jewels cold like the winter, flashy in the back, I'm a humble nigga
Can't talk if you ain't getting bags, my niggas got a lot of cash
I got some shooters in the back, in case that nigga try to stab me in the back
We been trappin', trappin', trappin' dont trust niggas
Keep this shhh on my lap, and either way that it go, I'ma go up
And that's just a straight fact, fitted on, dreads tied to the back
Dark shades on, thats versace for the lens
Des piere leather, I know you peep the drip
Bitch, I be shinin' that's diamonds on the kid
Nonstop go up in this bitch
Niggas be haters, goddamn it, make me sick
And these hoes be all on the tip, cause I'm young, getting rich
Life like a movie, you know what I'm saying
Like a book
Ain't nobody having it, and we been in the game, like, you know what I'm saying
People that's in the first scene, or the first chapter, the second chapter
They ain't meant to be in the whole entire, you know what I'm saying
They part of your history
I be in the dungeon, little bitch we called dat the lab
And I'm sliding out smooth, dressed in all black like the bats
I got a bitch with the fats
Ass
Harley Quinn on my lap
She be acting crazy crazy, and she love to swing a strap
She might put it to ya back, finesse him, just let me get the coordinates
It's a setup, don't go in to the back
We waiting, looking like a walking lick
Mask on them niggas ratting to the pigs
Silly rabit
Don't they know tricks for kids
Why they think they slick
I'm just getting money
Young rich nigga shit
RIP all the OGs
10 toes we down in the street
Said rest in peace to all of my brothers
They evil tryna take em from us
Them crackers, no they never loved us
All night, flipping to the sun up
When its day time know we getting piped up
When I'm high, i be fly like a kite does
little hoe, we been dripin since diapers
i make it rain
Better put on your whipers
If I catch a opp, then I'mma on site em
Bitch, I got the gas
Then we gon' ignite em
Then we send him up like it's the x files
We don't do disrespecting in this town
My homie swinging them pistols around
Bitch, this is a jungle, we live in the wild
We in the matrix im tryna get out
I be in my zone, no drama allowed
All of these Jewls, I'mma jump in the crowd
Young rich nigga, glad I made it out
Verse after verse, I had y'all going wild
Take off a legend, he ain't never fumble
RIP Nip, Take an my momma, niggah it's Tre Rah
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