Dead Trollz

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That lil'-ass bag, and that pussy-ass boy won't say it, ayy
 Man, you don't come future around this way, nigga (Free DDawg, free BaBa)
 (PlayBoy on this bitch)
 Tell the motherfuckin' police pick me up
 I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something
 Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come
 Haha, bitch, I want you act like you gon' do somethin'
 I see murder in my eyes
 Pussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'
 Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in line
 Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin'
 In my manager car bootin' up, full of pills, nigga
 Tell that boy I'ma see him, nigga
 Tell him I say don't come fish around this lake, bitch, and that's real, nigga
 Seven murders in my hometown, tell them bitches I did that
 Soon as the other boy touch down, I'ma be pushin' his wig bag
 Dog-ass ho chasin' after dough, fuck around with these opp niggas
 See they cookin' up, ain't no standin' down, tell that bitch that I'm tryna bang with 'em
 Real dead man out in Valley Park, call them range killers
 Mask down on Sunset with them dirty sticks, leave a stain with 'em
 Mask on, slang that heater
 Man down, call the people
 Got 'em tryna troll
 Pussy nigga drove that he can't get no feature
 I got meds in my kidney, sippin' mud out the liter
 Want my own cemetery, get 'em buried, call the preacher
 Don't like me, then fuck 'em, they won't go that way with gang, nigga
 Log offline, get active, fuck your caption, what you sayin', nigga?
 Pussy-ass niggas ain't trappers, they ain't factors, they can't hang with us
 As soon as your ass get captured, I just hope you got your mans with you
 That's two for one
 Pick 'em out, just choose you somethin'
 Dead rapper
 I bet Trump and Obama know just how I come
 Bet the mayor of LA know from his city, bitch, I done put shit under
 Known disses and a nigga know I'm still sellin' bar like I ain't got no money
 Ayy, tell the motherfuckin' police pick me up
 I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something
 Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come
 Haha, bitch, I want you act like you wan' do somethin'
 I see murder in my eyes
 Pussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'
 Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in line
 Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin', yeah
 I say all these hoes ain't nothin', they just wanna hate on somethin'
 I been steppin' on shit, like hit after hit, no church ain't safe on Sunday
 Born in this assassin shit, my mama told me burn that money
 I ain't got no love for shit, the North, you know I'm leavin' somethin'
 Take your shit, I'm keepin' that, niggas know I'm SooWoo
 Invest inside that youngin who movin' R's, so I've been sellin' blues
 That nigga dead, tell me did he move?
 All that he said was, "Watch the news"
 Talkin' turnin' out, he done turned to two
 It was two victims ain't make it through
 California with hella pounds
 Travel 'round with hella troops
 I got pictures of you, lil' pussy bitch
 Plan on stainin' somethin' in Atlanta too
 Wan' get up with me, but I don't fuck with you
 All in Pampers, son set trippin' too
 Bounty hunter, bitch, tryna eat the crew
 Got my son screamin' out, "Do me too"
 Devil baby, satan seed, nigga, trendset
 Contagious whack
 Them hollows came from me, hope you ain't catch that
 Correct that
 Come correct, bitch, why you said that?
 I already done addressed that
 He had a show, tell me where the next at
 I got a gift for you, Lil Top Claus (baow-baow-baow), nigga, ho-ho
 Since I got them Florida bricks, my Florida bitch don't want me no more
 We done did a run, the second option gon' be a stolo
 My godmama want me to visit her, but it's too much smoke
 Tell the motherfuckin' police pick me up
 I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something
 Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come
 Haha, bitch, I want you act like you wan' do somethin'
 I see murder in my eyes
 Pussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'
 Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in line
 Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin'
 I'm like eeny-meeny-miny-mo, put my opps up in a row
 Leave one dead, I leave one dead
 D-Rose, he way from the Bulls home
 Too much money on me, bro, hold my chrome
 Nigga try to go, then you do his ass
 If you know me, you know I'm never home alone
 Got XDs by the TV stand
 

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Duration
03:29
Key
6
Tempo
111 BPM

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