Tryna Flee Lyrics

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

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

Chop chops and glocks, it's peace for peace Psyched, psyched, nigga, that peace for me

Shots hit him, niggas screamin', 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 twenty 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 just chilling with us, but that's just how it be

Extra lame, screamin' bout a bitch who got you on a 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 4 G until I die, niggas die tryna 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 lie

Them stories ain't add up, years later, they tryna 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-toned glock, I'ma shoot at your face, we gon' see that day

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

I-I-I can't take a risk, she see 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 this job

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

You know how we comin' 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, take shit like that's ours

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

Came a long way from heaven, I ain't made it this far

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

I just made it even got to, thank God

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

They think he sleep peacefully, chop, chop and glocks

It's peace for peace, like, like, nigga, that peace for me

Shots hit him, niggas screamin', uh, uh, damn

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

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

Shots hit him, niggas screamin', uh, uh, damn