Lyrics
On some real shit, I been breakin' racks up
I ain't got no time from countin' these stacks up
You gotta love my Glock 9, it always act up
It's Trash Gang, pussy, you know we masked up
And now I'm in the fast lane
I ain't come up in this bitch to take it slow
Mack daddy, came to fuck your bitch then it's time to go
Chain around my neck and I let it hang to the floor
Look what's on my wrist, when it's night that motherfucker glow
Really I'm a family man, I ain't never dissin' you
But tell me what's your momma name, tell me what your sister do
Back in the back of that all black back seat
Do it big, 'bout to run this bitch like a track meet
I been breakin' racks up
I ain't got no time from countin' these stacks up
You gotta love my Glock 9, it always act up
It's Trash Gang, pussy, you know we masked up
You know we masked up, you know we masked up
It's Trash Gang, pussy, you know we masked up
You know we masked up
Murder on my mind, baby, murder all the time
Gettin' head and tails every time I flip a dime
Seen a few comments sayin' that I can't rhyme
It's always fake accounts, pussy creepin' online
Murder on my mind, baby, murder all the time
Gettin' head and tails every time I flip a dime
Seen a few comments sayin' that I can't rhyme
It's always fake accounts, pussy creepin' online
Murder on my fuckin' mind, murder every fuckin' day
You can kill that hatin' mindset or get up out the way
Me? I'ma count my paper, make sure my family safe
You can walk that shit you talk or get the fuck up out my face