RIP TDOTT Songtext
von Rowdy Rebel
RIP TDOTT Songtext
Aye
Niggas gonna talk all the hard shit, all they what, nigga
(Larry Kwak)
Niggas know what sub with me and my house though
Aye
We could have been posted a picture for T dot, nigga, that′s on my mama
What you call the guy got hit in his gangster grill, like he was DJ Drama
I was on that block where boy got hit in this top, trying to pick up his toddler
We was laughing at that shit all night, like we have no problems
When I came home I jumped right back in my bag, said to them, I'm coming
Niggas screaming Loyalty but switched off gang just for them dollars
Niggas hit our main block and post a sub like they got us
Nigga hide your wife and kids, before we hit that baby shower
Ain′t no fun if we can hit your car and get our gas
Heard they banned me out of starlets, I can't throw no cash in there
Opps baby mommas pulled up, heard she's shaking the ass in there
Made a trip to Atlantis, told bro let′s go throw some bands in there
I can′t have no fun up in my city, 12 be on my dick
They know how I'm coming in my city, we play with them sticks
We find that that boy up in that club, we still send the blitz
Police outside right in front that club but that boy still got hit
Shit, when I was broke, I had to figure it out (figure it out)
Get a job, hustle or scam, I had to consider her out (consider her out)
My pops was raising the man. I couldn′t just sit on the couch (sit on the couch)
By the time I hit 13, I knew how to back up an ounce (ha hello)
Bro, where you at? I'm in the ghetto
Exactly where? I′m at stiletto
Don't you tri with JJ and dotti it we situaty
You know I got my metal
Ain′t no talking no moment this shit gets stitchy
I'm up in that bitch on a level
All my niggas on gangster timing
We ain't gonna stop till the beep get settled
We could have been posted a picture for T dot, nigga, that′s on my mama
What you call the guy got hit in his gangster grill, like he was DJ Drama
I was on that block where boy got hit in this top, trying to pick up his toddler
We was laughing at that shit all night, like we have no problems
When I came home I jumped right back in my bag, said to them, I′m coming
Niggas screaming loyalty but switched off gang just for them dollars
Niggas hit our main block and post a sub like they got us
Nigga hide your wife and kids before we hit that baby shower (aye, aye, aye, ah)
Niggas gonna talk all the hard shit, all they what, nigga
(Larry Kwak)
Niggas know what sub with me and my house though
Aye
We could have been posted a picture for T dot, nigga, that′s on my mama
What you call the guy got hit in his gangster grill, like he was DJ Drama
I was on that block where boy got hit in this top, trying to pick up his toddler
We was laughing at that shit all night, like we have no problems
When I came home I jumped right back in my bag, said to them, I'm coming
Niggas screaming Loyalty but switched off gang just for them dollars
Niggas hit our main block and post a sub like they got us
Nigga hide your wife and kids, before we hit that baby shower
Ain′t no fun if we can hit your car and get our gas
Heard they banned me out of starlets, I can't throw no cash in there
Opps baby mommas pulled up, heard she's shaking the ass in there
Made a trip to Atlantis, told bro let′s go throw some bands in there
I can′t have no fun up in my city, 12 be on my dick
They know how I'm coming in my city, we play with them sticks
We find that that boy up in that club, we still send the blitz
Police outside right in front that club but that boy still got hit
Shit, when I was broke, I had to figure it out (figure it out)
Get a job, hustle or scam, I had to consider her out (consider her out)
My pops was raising the man. I couldn′t just sit on the couch (sit on the couch)
By the time I hit 13, I knew how to back up an ounce (ha hello)
Bro, where you at? I'm in the ghetto
Exactly where? I′m at stiletto
Don't you tri with JJ and dotti it we situaty
You know I got my metal
Ain′t no talking no moment this shit gets stitchy
I'm up in that bitch on a level
All my niggas on gangster timing
We ain't gonna stop till the beep get settled
We could have been posted a picture for T dot, nigga, that′s on my mama
What you call the guy got hit in his gangster grill, like he was DJ Drama
I was on that block where boy got hit in this top, trying to pick up his toddler
We was laughing at that shit all night, like we have no problems
When I came home I jumped right back in my bag, said to them, I′m coming
Niggas screaming loyalty but switched off gang just for them dollars
Niggas hit our main block and post a sub like they got us
Nigga hide your wife and kids before we hit that baby shower (aye, aye, aye, ah)
Writer(s): Chad Marshall, Lauren Abramson, Malikov Bulat Radikovich Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com