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If we catch bodies together, that mean we locked in forever, T.R.G, that's my gang
I'ma die bout them three letters, How you say that, that's your nigga, we
Hopped out shooting and you left him, Get paid for crimes, I boost the murder rate
Call me bloody professor, Wide body Cat, it go 200, this ain't a kit
Flew her out of town just to fuck, this ain't my bitch
Forty thousand in my pocket and plus I'm fresh up off a lick
It ain't nothin' to get you hit, I get the drop and send the blitz
Micro Draco or the Switch, Sometimes it be hard to pick
It's like I was made for this, I can't lie, I barely miss
My whole gang on one accord, Back door who, I cut your wrist
Hope you don't think you got away, Boy, your name up on the list
Why they playin' with my name, Like I won't pop out the blue
Hundred shots and ain't hit one, Teach your boy ass how to shoot
We don't call it GG4 no more, We call it regular glue
Saw my face and start runnin, Already know I'm finna shoot
Every opp get rolled up, What I look like sparing' you
I ain't never shared a bitch, What I look like sharin' you
They don't do drive by no more, Cause I got killers on the roof
Y'all think y'all the only ones, Nigga, we got choppers too
They say they don't want me around, Cause I'm always tryna kill a nigga
Really, I can't say too much, My Draco say I play too much
I really got my paper up, And that's the reason they hate on us
Look at the score, we fuck shit up, I do a show, I got it tucked
Caught in the heights, we hit him up, The ambulance couldn't get him up
We left that little boy ass in pieces, I get too high and start tweetin
When it's war time, I ain't doing no sleepin, She send me drops, but we ain't freakin
Aim bot they think I'm cheating, Cause I never fuckin' miss
Nigga
If we catch bodies together, that mean we locked in forever, T.R.G, that's my gang
I'ma die bout them three letters, How you say that, that's your nigga, we
Hopped out shooting and you left him, Get paid for crimes, I boost the murder rate
Call me bloody professor, Wide body Cat, it go 200, this ain't a kit
Flew her out of town, just to fuck, this ain't my bitch
Forty thousand in my pocket, plus I'm fresh up off a lick
It ain't nothin' to get you hit, I get drop and send a blitz