Tryna Flee Lyrics

Damn, Guala, you mixed the hell out of this

Uh, I got the itch these niggas trying to flee

I got me some, some gangsta shit today

He died with his eyes closed

Pull up with the chopper, got the itch, these niggas trying to flee

He died with his eyes closed, they think he sleep peacefully

Chop, chops and glocks, it's peace for peace

Psych, psych nigga, that peace for me

Shots hit him, niggas screaming, uh, just like Master P

New bitch bad, A masterpiece

She call me your majesty, Givenchy, This and that

Step your style up, don't be mad at me

Make that pussy pout when I hit her, she know I smash and leave

Niggas say they want smoke, with the smokers burnt like grabba leaf

I trust God, that's my belief, fear the devil be stalking me

Fear no evil, fear no man, this Drake sound like 20 bands

I'm up, ain't no PPP, even though I fuck with scammers

Slam the pound right through the table, hit that bitch with a 3D

Niggas mad, they bitch chilling with us, but that's just how it be

Extra lame, screaming bout a bitch who got you all on speaker

Dirty game, ain't no rules in this, but you can lose in this

Life's short, you'll get crucifixed for doing stupid shit

G four G until I die, niggas die trying to unify

If it's beef with you and I, then you getting sent to the sky

Fuck laws and the CSI, BMW, coupe I ride

I put two and two together, you thought I could lose, you lied

Them stories ain't add up, years later, they trying to fuck with I

Y-O-D-A in my DNA, don't let my demons play

You can't backdoor me in any case, won't ever see the day

Two-tone glock, I'mma shoot at your face, we gon' see that day

Too much shit up in this car, Gooch the driver, we going far

I-I-I can't take a risk, she seen my wrist open her jaw

On some player shit, that's all the time, bitch, I was born a star

Get up on whoever, any weather, I'll finish the job

Old school bullet, hit your chest, shit like Brett Farve

You know how we coming for your neck, we want that part

Hold on, baby, I look like a check, my fit chrome hearts

Hold up, wait, we rob your connect, say shit like that's ours

Hit this blunt and take off like a jet, I'm on G-Five

Came a long way from having nothing, Made it this far

Mama always told me no matter what, just defeat the odds

I just made it and even gotta thank God

Uh, uh, yeah, he died with his eyes closed

They think he sleep peacefully, Chop, Chop and glocks, peace for peace, psych, psych nigga that peace for me

Like, nigga, that peace for me, shots hit him, nigga, scream it

Uh, uh, damn

He died with his eyes closed, they think he sleep peacefully

Chops, Chops and glocks, peace for peace, that peace for me

Shots hit him, nigga, scream it

Ohh ohhhhhh

YODA