GreyHound
How you gone switch when it's crunch time?
Just know I ain't playing bout mine
Straight out the slums of 319, Bluff babies you know that's for life
Tried to tell lil bro put the gun down
But he say he seeking the opps they be hiding
Know we ain't finna play around
Bro keep that (bow) in the spray ground
Move him out the city on Greyhound
I'm sipping sprite up out a double cup
My team lit and they having get up with us
Nothing scary boy you know what's up with us
If it's smoke then it's up and it's stuck with us
We four pockets full tell them to put me up
And we popping just know that it's only us
You know how we rocking you ain't gone take nothing from us
Ain't gone spin for months
Down to my lowest
Going through it but I ain't gone show it
You lucky that I ain't the old me
I would have been crushed out got you and your homie
But I'm tryna chill for real
Run up this sack on the way to a mill
He ain't got no bond but I hope he appeal
Trying to get bro off the drank he keep popping them seals for real
How you gone switch when it's crunch time?
Just know I ain't playing bout mine
Straight out the slums of 319, Bluff babies you know that's for life
Tried to tell lil bro put the gun down
But he say he seeking the opps they be hiding
Know we ain't finna play around
Bro keep that (bow) in the spray ground
Move him out the city on Greyhound
Just know I ain't playing bout mine
Straight out the slums of 319, Bluff babies you know that's for life
Tried to tell lil bro put the gun down
But he say he seeking the opps they be hiding
Know we ain't finna play around
Bro keep that (bow) in the spray ground
Move him out the city on Greyhound
I'm sipping sprite up out a double cup
My team lit and they having get up with us
Nothing scary boy you know what's up with us
If it's smoke then it's up and it's stuck with us
We four pockets full tell them to put me up
And we popping just know that it's only us
You know how we rocking you ain't gone take nothing from us
Ain't gone spin for months
Down to my lowest
Going through it but I ain't gone show it
You lucky that I ain't the old me
I would have been crushed out got you and your homie
But I'm tryna chill for real
Run up this sack on the way to a mill
He ain't got no bond but I hope he appeal
Trying to get bro off the drank he keep popping them seals for real
How you gone switch when it's crunch time?
Just know I ain't playing bout mine
Straight out the slums of 319, Bluff babies you know that's for life
Tried to tell lil bro put the gun down
But he say he seeking the opps they be hiding
Know we ain't finna play around
Bro keep that (bow) in the spray ground
Move him out the city on Greyhound
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Writer(s): Travorius Turner
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