Message 375

"Message 375"

(feat. BIG 30)

V. 1

Bitch we CGE

You ain't gotta say that

Treat my draco like a spatula flip niggas with this bih

Glocks R us and they attached to us bitch we come from the street

You would think Big 30 faster cause I won't eat I won't sleep

Till I catch his ass lackin' and make sure he underneath

They won't let us in the industry so we still in the streets

Ain't no love on these P's I sell em for 33

Trappin' hard, forgot to eat

Burglar bars exotic weed

Police know it ain't no catchin me this Jeep a SRT

V. 2

Track Hawk exotic jeep and the inside look like a brick

Carbon 1-5 with the switch and I call that bitch Call of Vision

Gotta slow down on that red I can't even run and jump the fеnce

Hop out boys on the block fuck around threw away my favoritе stick

I can't never let a nigga slide that shit fuck with my pride

Had a shot and you was open why you try to run and hide

We the gang we thuggin with the guys it ain't no switching side

Shot the glizzy and this rapper fried I know this bitch gon' ride

On the block with a four nick I call the shots you call the quick

Got the drop from a opp bitch and all she wanted was some dick

Pass the Glock, gain a assist

Fuck the judge tell him free Mitch

And I ain't gotta sign no record deal to go bust down my wrist

V. 3

Homicide, mama cry, just know this street shit get deadly

Before I let my mama cry, mama boy gon be gloatin the tele

Got your address from your Sue and I bought her American Deli

You can thank her stupid ass for them hollows inside your belly

Gelato look like some real and know you smell it this shit hectic

Free Marlo he tre57 I hang with robbers nothin' but felons

Pump your nuts and ditch the gang we on your ass just like a wedgie

Bitch I'm married to the gang I sold a P inside my wedding

Serve pastors and serve the reverend

Pour Actavis in my beverage

Throw middle fingers at 12 I'm strapped with a MAC-11

At 10 we gon spend the benz

6 Glocks and 3 F&Ns

9 shots left in this .223, 6 ate him thru his skin

Lil Bobby just slide for 7

He got em all bow for bow

6 of my niggas have felonies and 5 of them on parole

Fo Shiesty and 3-O on glow

Two hollow tips to his throat

It's one body up the score

Rest In Peace and no more posts

Ain't no more 3 and O

Big 30 where he go?

We boosted up the folk