TRYNA KILL ft. Nas7 Lyrics

Ayy, I just got a opp, that boy get spotted Then we drop the nigga

Pops be playin' crazy

So I guess he ain't my father figure

Niggas talkin' crazy, tryn quit cuz we had mobbed a nigga

All I gotta do is make one call him, we a slide you niggas Shout out to my nigga, baby A, lil' bro a slime frl

I a really cop a whole pound and buss it down for real

Boy we really with that, I know niggas steady tryn drill

Niggas don't be on it, name a nigga that y'all tryn kill

Nigga got his fuckin' pole, took it was a BB gun

See me every day, can't look my way, lil' niggas ain't on none

I ain't even gotta say it, bitch, I do this shit for fun

Niggas don't like how we playin', treat a nigga like my son

Lil' bro be tappin' heads, I dapped eem up like, give me some

Y'all niggas claim y'all tough, ain't takin' blicks or from the slums

My niggas get it in, wanna go, that's how it's done

Got a ARP, I let it go just cause it's fun

All that dissin' on the net, now he with the sun

Now she stressin', sendin' threads, cause she miss her son

ARP, it got to screamin', so he tried to run

Quick to duck, his head, he ain't even blow his gun

Tryn come up on the hill, you gettin' flipped

Fell in love with ARPs, don't need no lil' shit on my hip

If a nigga really wanna, we smoke his lil ass like a zip

MBO, we startin squad, we ballin', tryn win a chip

I just threw the rock to bro, damn well he blew that bitch

Standin' tall up in that paint, y'all already know we crashin' it

I had to get a nigga gone, we had to smack his head

He tried to up that bitch, and left that bitch right where he stood

Tryn run that ARP, gon' eat your back

Don't be dissin' on the gram, hop in the field, y'all mans got whacked

Talkin' tough, all in the schoolhouse, so his lil ass den got packed

I'm makin' niggas feel like pain, if my brother ever got whacked, bitch

Man, you already know what the fuck goin' on

MBO X Grimey

Niggas know what we comin