Put Em On A Shirt

Oh oh, oh oh
Yeah yeah yeah
Oh oh
DrumGod
I’m tripping hard cause my nigga gone
And everyday it’s getting worse
My brother died on a Sunday
He should’ve been in church
We gon die in the trap house
I was whippin' up the work
On the block with them Glocks out
We might put them on a shirt
I’m tripping hard cause my nigga gone
And everyday it’s getting worse
My brother died on a Sunday
He should’ve been in church
We gon die in the trap house
I was whippin' up the work
On the block with them Glocks out
We might put them on a shirt
Sware to god I never pay for a shooter
Free my dog, lord knows I can’t lose you
you a new you
It’s a ly, the money made me coo-coo
Hints in the streets like a billboard
Street money, niggas will kill for it
Baggette AP, I payed a deal for it
500 K, this the big boy
I heard you seen an Opp, and you froze up
Me, I got the Drako in the Roles' trunk
Soon as I send the Tech, know I rolls up
Nigga got beef, know I show up
I never forget the shit that OG niggas told me
Reppin the rap game cause
Keepin' it gangsta, niggas know we the culture
RIP Sausa, we lost a soldier
Pack came on a monday
Feds busted on a Tuesday
Nobody knew that the pack came
But my nigga
He switched up once the money came
That’s the quickest way to lose me
They only coming when the beef on
I really think he tryna use me
I’m tripping hard cause my nigga gone
And everyday it’s getting worse
My brother died on a Sunday
He should’ve been in church
We gon die in the trap house
I was whippin' up the work
On the block with them Glocks out
We might put them on a shirt
I’m tripping hard cause my nigga gone
And everyday it’s getting worse
My brother died on a Sunday
He should’ve been in church
We gon die in the trap house
I was whippin' up the work
On the block with them Glocks out
We might put them on a shirt
Rest in peace to my dead homies, I be singing them sad songs
I mad strong
I get high till I head home
I remember them days we were doing them dead wrongs
Boy you best keep your head on
it’s a red zone
I got a few packs, put my mans on
I learned how to trap, I was hands on
Moved the keys for the first time
I’m a young
Sware to god this life wanna make you
Nigga got the chopper
I be slanging bricks and butter
And I’m from the streets, so I had to pick the gun up
cause I’m always
My dogs working hard till the sun up
How you change on your mans, you so dirty?
hit you with 2 30's
Imma be a man, so don’t worry
I put my trust in these bands, they won’t hurt me
Only smoking exotic gass, my eyes blery
I just poured a 4 with my mans, so I’m slery
I just did the didgital dash, so I’m swerving
I just had a talk with my mans, hope he heard me
I’m tripping hard cause my nigga gone
And everyday it’s getting worse
My brother died on a Sunday
He should’ve been in church
We gon die in the trap house
I was whippin' up the work
On the block with them Glocks out
We might put them on a shirt
I’m tripping hard cause my nigga gone
And everyday it’s getting worse
My brother died on a Sunday
He should’ve been in church
We gon die in the trap house
I was whippin' up the work
On the block with them Glocks out
We might put them on a shirt