3200 Blackout

Whaaaaaaaaa
Yeah
Nah, you know this shit trifle life
If it ain't trifle, it ain't life

But wicked gang, nigga, can never be this
Yeah
I was at the spot
Just cool and rolling on the percolator

Out my third eye in my bird view
I see perpetrators
Everybody know me round my way
I'm feelin' on hood famous

Still locked ya can't tame it
Try life, I'm still claiming it
I thought niggas was real gangstas
I don't know what happened to em

I thought niggas was standin' on nation bizzness
I would cap or phone
I was reminiscing, thinking back
About you and me

But listen, it be deceiving
Yeah, I seen
Shit never was how it supposed to be
Damn, Long

You ain't rockin
How you say you rockin'
Damn, thought you was rockin
Like some car stockin

But what
I'm ballin' blockin
Plottin' to the socket
Bitch, I heard a nigga say

They lookin' for a lil' woe to stop it
We still on Justina
Trappin' out new mama, old partner
I'm on a private jet

Just me and gang
Shout out to Wick
And all niggas can't get no feature
Just take the pic

And whip the shit
You know we still be in the city
You know we got it
Pull up on me, don't do delivery

My lil' bitch, she gon' make sure that I eat
Yeah, that's my baby
She do whatever I say
She be with gang

Hey, been steppin' on shit
Gotta keep lil' tutu out the city
Ain't free mookin' and sluggin
Cut face on them nigga bitches

I be goin' off the top
Freestylin', don't do no writin
I mean what I say and I don't give a fuck
Who don't like it

I'm from Justina Road
Bitch, I know that they don't like me
Problem child, I grew up on 32
Livin' triflin

I be all at the spot
Trappin' good by myself
Ayy, booted on the M
They be hollin' by the smell

You don't see them niggas with me
Nah, then they got left
I don't need nobody
Bitch, I'ma step out by myself

Got no feelin' for these hoes
So a bitch, I'll shut
Ayy, big dirt
Me's a raw bitch

I don't care
Got out my feelings
Got in my bag and got it eatin
I keep me some ocean

Gotta keep these niggas from breachin
Lil' water, Evie Bomb
Ain't always pullin' junk and stunts
If a nigga says up

My lil' one's on the hunt
Oh, take lil' one serious, man
These fires, fuck, fuck
Nigga, bitch, die

Pussy all in one
You say that it's up
Tell me, what did you hide for
Ayy, bitch, this bitch dirt

You know if I owe you, then you bought
But keep it real
I'ma keep it real off any limit
This shit that you rappin', cappin

Bout nobody, no feelin
You say that it's up
Well, that's holdin
You need more assistance

You really irrelevant
Pay your bitch, I know attention
I got plenty sauce
I got plenty plugs

I'm never stressin
Callin' men for a front
That's a no-no, second guessin
If me's a Tarantino

Me's a raw, me's the boss
Bitch, dirt
I don't know what you pussy niggas thought
But you ain't worth nothin', lil' one

You can't be bought
Puttin' them bands up on your head
That's how he caught
Ayy, lil' one died, he wanna cry

That's his fault
You taught that talk
Now you gotta walk that talk
You gotta walk that talk, bitch ass nigga