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Pipe that shit up TnT

Tahj Money

Dmac on the fucking track

Bordeaux and Non Native

I'm the one tried to make a way

When we was strugglin'

I remember rain

Sleet or snow I was hustlin'

Know the feds watchin'

Middle fingers to the government

Glock in this Louis pouch

Nigga I ain't tusslin'

Catfish he don't really know

Who he fuckin' with

Opps send a message

You grab a Drac' to rebuttal it

Had the undertaker

At your tombstone shovelin'

Hell yeah hollows 'bout

To chew 'em like some Doublemint

Made it out the field

With some niggas

I was thuggin' with

We'll send some shots through

They crowd while they huddlin'

I'm the type to leave

It in the streets

I ain't discussin' it

Tryna make a flip

I need that Rolls-Royce Cullinan

Old bitch is trippin'

Cut her off like a Backwood

Middle of the trenches

That's where me

And the guys stood

Killers anonymous

Black mask and black hoods

Walk down on him

Make sure he get clapped good

I feel like the man of the hour

This gun on me

I'm demandin' the power

He never talk to my face

Your man is a coward

Go looking for him every hour uh

I remember nights in the tower

She suckin' my dick out the shower

Tell her be quiet

She told me fuck her even louder

Paid now feet up

All of your sneakers is beat up

Percocet geek up

We see the police

And we speed up

Uh yeah look they try to catch us

And link us

Uh yeah they tryna find us

But they don't know

Where to meet us

She wanna chill with me

And all my niggas

She get extra freaky off

The liquor uh

She told us that

She got a man

So we extra sneaky

When I'm with her

She a lil' bad broad

She wanna go mad far

Fivio Foreign in a fast car

I'm in a fast car uh

Fresh in the game

Still see it as a blessin' the same

Hundred thousand 'round

My neck for the chain

Tryna go out like

A vet in the game

Put respect on my name

No security I flex with gang

I'm a real one

Reminiscin' about all my decisions

Embracin' the way of livin'

I was runnin' through the field dumb

Couple niggas disrespected

We done killed them

Keep a shooter

They don't see he my lil' one

30 shots we ain't

Into using lil' guns

Nigga talkin' like

He know me

He my real son

Rap beef fuck the cap

I'ma drill some

Put the glizzy to your melon

Make you feel dumb

Headshot all black

He don't feel nothin'

Couple hollows to his back

We done filled 'em

Headshot or a life long sentence

What you need for them to

Label you a real one