Trap Warfare
Hoes on my dick, they just want the cash
Murder on my mind, I'ma leave 'em past
Gang life, thug life, this shit don't last
But I'm ridin' till the end, foot down on the gas
Hoes on my dick, they just want the cash
Murder on my mind, I'ma leave 'em past
Gang life, thug life, this shit don't last
But I'm ridin' till the end, foot down on the gas
Thuggin' since a youngin', I been deep in the field
No love for a bitch, only chasin' a mil
Money on my mind, I'm addicted to the grind
Trap house boomin', every brick I flip, it's signed
Whippin' up that work, I got fiends on the line
Catch a opp slippin', then it's murder on my mind
Ain't no peace in my heart, I got demons inside
Grew up in the trenches, I ain't never seen the light
Fuck a fake friend, I don't trust no soul
Gun cocked back, I'm ready to unload
Pistol by my side, I ain't afraid to let it blow
If a bitch talk slick, she can catch it too, yo
Money over everything, you know how it go
Selling dope, dodging cops, man, l'm living on the low
In and outta jail, but that's just how I roll
Real thug life, man, this shit don't ever fold
Hoes on my dick, they just want the cash
Murder on my mind, I'ma leave 'em past
Gang life, thug life, this shit don't last
But I'm ridin' till the end, foot down on the gas
Hoes on my dick, they just want the cash
Murder on my mind, I'ma leave 'em past
Gang life, thug life, this shit don't last
But I'm ridin' till the end, foot down on the gas
Blood on my hands, but I'm cool with the stain
Lost so many homies, can't feel no pain
Heart so cold, ice runnin' through my veins
Prison or a coffin, man, it's all the same game
Doin' what I gotta, for that paper, I'm a fiend
Sellin' dope, shootin' guns, life ain't what it seems
Put a hole in a nigga if he come for my green
Ain't no love in this life, man, it's all just a scheme
I been locked up, seen the inside of a cell
But I'm back on the block, l'm raisin' more hell
Got a Glock in my pocket, that bitch never fail
Send a nigga to his grave if he try to tell
Hoes on my dick, they just want the cash
Murder on my mind, I'ma leave 'em past
Gang life, thug life, this shit don't last
But I'm ridin' till the end, foot down on the gas
Hoes on my dick, they just want the cash
Murder on my mind, I'ma leave 'em past
Gang life, thug life, this shit don't last
But I'm ridin' till the end, foot down on the gas
I was down bad, now I'm up on my throne
Came from the mud, now my bread fully grown
Catch me in the trap, where the killers call home
I see death around the corner, but l'm ridin' alone
Enemies lurkin', I can feel it in the air
Try to cross me, they gon' feel the heat flare
Loyal to the gang, so I always stay prepared
Death before dishonor, man, I'm never gettin' scared
In and out the system, dodgin' time in the pen
But I'm still on the grind, tryna stack up them M's
Cold-hearted villain, I ain't lookin' for no friends
I was born in the struggle, where the pain never ends
I keep it real gutta, man, that's just how I live
Got bitches on my dick, but I ain't got none to give
Ain't no room for love, only thugs and the clip
I'm a savage in these streets, and I'm ready to flip
Murder on my mind, I'ma leave 'em past
Gang life, thug life, this shit don't last
But I'm ridin' till the end, foot down on the gas
Hoes on my dick, they just want the cash
Murder on my mind, I'ma leave 'em past
Gang life, thug life, this shit don't last
But I'm ridin' till the end, foot down on the gas
Thuggin' since a youngin', I been deep in the field
No love for a bitch, only chasin' a mil
Money on my mind, I'm addicted to the grind
Trap house boomin', every brick I flip, it's signed
Whippin' up that work, I got fiends on the line
Catch a opp slippin', then it's murder on my mind
Ain't no peace in my heart, I got demons inside
Grew up in the trenches, I ain't never seen the light
Fuck a fake friend, I don't trust no soul
Gun cocked back, I'm ready to unload
Pistol by my side, I ain't afraid to let it blow
If a bitch talk slick, she can catch it too, yo
Money over everything, you know how it go
Selling dope, dodging cops, man, l'm living on the low
In and outta jail, but that's just how I roll
Real thug life, man, this shit don't ever fold
Hoes on my dick, they just want the cash
Murder on my mind, I'ma leave 'em past
Gang life, thug life, this shit don't last
But I'm ridin' till the end, foot down on the gas
Hoes on my dick, they just want the cash
Murder on my mind, I'ma leave 'em past
Gang life, thug life, this shit don't last
But I'm ridin' till the end, foot down on the gas
Blood on my hands, but I'm cool with the stain
Lost so many homies, can't feel no pain
Heart so cold, ice runnin' through my veins
Prison or a coffin, man, it's all the same game
Doin' what I gotta, for that paper, I'm a fiend
Sellin' dope, shootin' guns, life ain't what it seems
Put a hole in a nigga if he come for my green
Ain't no love in this life, man, it's all just a scheme
I been locked up, seen the inside of a cell
But I'm back on the block, l'm raisin' more hell
Got a Glock in my pocket, that bitch never fail
Send a nigga to his grave if he try to tell
Hoes on my dick, they just want the cash
Murder on my mind, I'ma leave 'em past
Gang life, thug life, this shit don't last
But I'm ridin' till the end, foot down on the gas
Hoes on my dick, they just want the cash
Murder on my mind, I'ma leave 'em past
Gang life, thug life, this shit don't last
But I'm ridin' till the end, foot down on the gas
I was down bad, now I'm up on my throne
Came from the mud, now my bread fully grown
Catch me in the trap, where the killers call home
I see death around the corner, but l'm ridin' alone
Enemies lurkin', I can feel it in the air
Try to cross me, they gon' feel the heat flare
Loyal to the gang, so I always stay prepared
Death before dishonor, man, I'm never gettin' scared
In and out the system, dodgin' time in the pen
But I'm still on the grind, tryna stack up them M's
Cold-hearted villain, I ain't lookin' for no friends
I was born in the struggle, where the pain never ends
I keep it real gutta, man, that's just how I live
Got bitches on my dick, but I ain't got none to give
Ain't no room for love, only thugs and the clip
I'm a savage in these streets, and I'm ready to flip
Credits
Writer(s): Sandeep
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