Allegations

[Intro: BIG30]

Fuck (TP, baby)

Blrrd

[Verse 1: BIG30]

Man, this shit here crazy, stupid bitches say they killed my nigga

Say they caught him slippin' in South Memphis, I was somewhere sickin'

Know how we get down and how we kick it, facts, you know the business

Had some ups and downs, they upped some guns, this shit got kind of wicked

Now I'm out in traffic by myself, I don't know who to trust

This Glock got my back, Draco with me, clutchin' on every truck

I'ma keep on smashin', keep your name alive and post you up

Bitches wanna fuck 'cause I'm up, but my feelings in my nuts

Swervin' through the city in this Scat, I got 'bout fifty on me

Opps tryna sic bitches on me, carbine, it got 'bout sixty on it

Ever since I lost Tadoe, been creepin' with the kitchen homies

Cold-hearted, Crippin' like I'm Gunna, bitch, I'm drippin' on 'em

Trappin' out a vacant with no neighbors, tryna get it in

.357 came with eight shots, I'm tryna let off ten

The plug say he gon' stop sending the bows, we keep stressin' his friend

Well, little do he know, his ass next soon as we meet again

Jason hit my phone like, "They just booked me for 'bout twenty racks"

Chop that shit in half, send off a ten, he send me twenty back

The streets say we got ether, keep on droppin', this shit here like crack

And we the ones who started slimin' out with choppers in the Scat (Blrrd)

I know what it feel like, take this, make sure this pill right

Three to the chest, one to the neck, I bet that boy don't heal right

I keep poppin' all these pills 'cause I like what it feel like

And don't think that I'm slippin', try your luck, you gon' get killed twice

[Verse 2: Pooh Shiesty]

Uh-oh, here come Mr. Shiesty, I'm who they can't wait to see

Active in them streets, when shit go down, they quick to say it's me

Waitin' on my response, but all I got to say is, "Keep it G"

Ain't so sense in speakin' on the dead but may he rest in peace

Can't change what they feel like, grab the Drac', I don't feel right

Customizin' Glocks like Call of Duty, what your kills like?

Niggas havin' secret smoke they don't want to bring to the light

Ain't putting them people in the biz, but we chopped it the same night

You can't compare us to them singin' niggas, we the drill type

Been put down they basketball to go see what the field like

If I ever took from you before, I could've did it twice

Creepin' through the night, I'm not a thief, but I'll steal your life (Blrrd, blrrd, blrrd)

You heard that sound? That mean that came from us

Fuck this rappin' shit, I'm quick as fuck to go get suited up

It's only two niggas that played with us, but then they knew what's up

Every time we found out where they be, we came through shootin' it up, on God (Blrrd)

And all you other niggas hoes, strapped with the shell catchers, .38 the snub nose

I'm high speedin' from helicopters, police tried to block the road

If I pull over today, you might not see me 'til I'm old (Blrrd)