Letras
Tuan (Tuan)
Ay (Rell made this beat) ay, ay
Tuan (Tuan)
Southeast, ay
Look, he fuckin' with that side of town, they know his phone, look
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Look, he fuckin' with that side of town, they know his phone
My lil' niggas train to kill, every time they pop the dub
Do it for Shlub and CBK, the opps know who we steppin' for
On 2-1, if he ain't never did a drill, then he can't come, the opps know
So when they see us in the South, them niggas run, hop out
I get it poppin' on them blocks, they say they crime
I'm Southeast, nothin' else but Lebow killin' for the dollar
Ready to tell it, 'cause we popped your son, go pick them choppas up
I ain't run with Baby A's and Dracs, I got toddler guns
Face shots and head taps, I heard a opp got one
And blubbin' fightin' demons all his life to get popped by one
Yeah, true story, I cannot fake it
That face shot fucked him up, he did not take it
Beat the brakes off that one block, I'm a mob spanker
A Glock game, 'cause not the same opps, I got flavors
Yeah, blood, it's a different opp
Look, we put stripper in a coffin, we on different blocks
I know that bitch from over there, but she be getting drops
Bro didn't pick the phone up when you called 'cause he was getting shot
For real, go ask the suckers if I'm capping
If you know this shit, you know
But we don't speak about what happened, he died without a pulse
But he was clutching like he had it
Put him underneath the rock
Like he was moving in with Patrick, nigga
But I, I'm a soul stripper
You think my test gon' come back dirty if I smoke niggas?
Cracked it off, participation make the funk realer
My executed nigga, mama make the funk bigger, yeah
Like not, for real, but on another note (on another note)
I cut the ball, he told the bitch I wasn't coming home
I caught the chop and passed the pistol and let brother talk
50 shots dropped up on they block with just my gun alone