Key: D minor•
Verse 1
Dm
Gm
Dm
Ayy, free D- Dawg
Gm
Bitch ass nigga, ayy, ain't nobody,
Gm
Dm
ain't nobody safe
Northside 38, we put guns to
the face, who gon' die today?
Verse 2
who you playin' with?
Pistols get to sparkin', do no talkin',
get your mans hit
Them gunners go to tweakin',
pop your top, that be that kill switch
That shit you talkin' phony,
run up on me, you get killed, bitch
Uh, uh, bangin' 4KTrey, oh,
she a slime bitch?
Plus she got some tricks that's up her
sleeve that blow your mind, shit
When it come to me, she never
scared, she bust that fire quick
Hold on, bitch, I really been that,
I ain't tryin'
Verse 3
buy the iron
He got them, nothin' but convicted
felons off of my end
Dive in, I promise after that you
gon' get shot then
Green flags in matte black Range
Rovers and green FN's
I ain't them dudes, bitch, you gon' pop who? Oh,
back and go to firin'
I'm bustin', no discussion,
after that, you hear them sirens
Came in buckin',
that shit turnt us up, then people end up dying
Gm
come and see me in the back 'cause I ain't hidin'
then whack the bitch who drivin'
Verse 4
who you playin' with?
Pistols get to sparkin', do no talkin',
get your mans hit
Them gunners go to tweakin',
pop your top, that be that kill switch
That shit you talkin' phony,
run up on me, you get killed, bitch
Uh, uh, bangin' 4KTrey, oh,
she a slime bitch?
Plus she got some tricks that's up her
sleeve that blow your mind, shit
When it come to me, she never
scared, she bust that fire quick
Hold on, bitch, I really been that,
I ain't tryin'
Verse 5
make it act bipolar
She was in the bed, nigga get to clappin',
leave her rollin' over
Back to back, I stab it, I was leanin' started dreamin',
dozin'
You know what I mean,
off them beans tryna bend it over
You showin' off your
Dm
I ain't sharin' none of my hundreds out my pocket,
friend
What you on,
say you drove? Need to stop it then
With them tools, I make blues,
blow this bitch like a harmonica
Say you gon' stamp me,
standin' with that Draco
Gm
Dm
These niggas some hoes,
your best interest is to lay low
Gm
Dm
You say it's up so I catch you, bitch,
I'ma knock your fuckin' face low
On gang, nigga
Verse 6
who you playin' with?
Pistols get to sparkin', do no talkin',
get your mans hit
Them gunners go to tweakin',
pop your top, that be that kill switch
That shit you talkin' phony,
run up on me, you get killed, bitch
Uh, uh, bangin' 4KTrey, oh,
she a slime bitch?
Plus she got some tricks that's up her
sleeve that blow your mind, shit
When it come to me, she never
scared, she bust that fire quick
Hold on, bitch, I really been that,
Gm
Dm
Gm
Dm
Gm
Dm
I ain't tryin'
(I ain't tryin')
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