Trollin Lyrics

It's business, we're soldiers. We follow codes, orders

So does that justify everything that you do

Excuse me, let me tell you something. What do you think they were doing it for

Because they were trying to save us from poverty

No, they did it because they needed us

They needed us to build their cities, and dig their subways, and to make them richer

But some of us didn't want to swarm around their hive and lose who we were

But there are other things that meant something to us. Honor, and family, and loyalty

And some of us wanted a piece of the action

But we knew what they should do

But we had the balls to take what we wanted

We can go glock for glock, go body for body. Bitch, don't get me started

Way before I was an ndaskope bitch, I had been a target

I was fucking niggas, bitches, way before I was an artist

Think they cus, they diss the dead, that shit gon' make they song hit

We don up that score so many times, I know my opps pissed

Probation or parole, still keep my pole, we really pop shit

Been taking trips through niggas hoods, they know I get it popping

It's just me and Molly G, hop out that V-blick in my pocket

Niggas know who put that opp to bed, we put shit in a coffin

Brody beat that body, made at home, ain't do no talking

Pop out in broad day, we get the drop, then we gon' spark it

Duebe fresh, home out the feds, but your man's in a box still

She love when I dick her down, I love the way her throat feel

Sad to see my brothers lose their trial, they ain't take no deals

Murder ones or you can be the victim, this shit get real

Smokin' Cheeto out the pound, we turn them into thin air

Niggas ain't outside, don't play they blocks because them kids scared

Chase em down, his goofy ass ain't die, he in a wheelchair

They know that we torturing the opps, but we still here

Before I let them carry me by six, I do 100 years

Go glock, for glock, go body for body, bitch, don't get me started

Way before I was in ndaskope bitch, I had been a target

I was fuckin' niggas, bitches, way before I was an artist

Think they cuz they dissed the dead, that shit gon' make they song hit

We don up that score so many times, I know my opps pissed

Probation or parole, still keep my pole

We really pop shit, been takin' trips through niggas hoods, they know I get it poppin'

It's just me and Molly G, hop out that V-Blick in my pocket

Go glock for glock, go body for body, bitch, don't get me started

Way before I was an ndaskope bitch, I had been a target

I was fuckin' niggas, bitches, way before I was an artist

Think they cuz they dissed the dead, that shit gon' make they song hit

We don up that score so many times, I know my opps pissed

Probation or parole, still keep my pole

We really pop shit, been takin' trips through niggas hoods, they know I get it poppin'

It's just me and Molly G, hop out that V-Blick in my pocket

We really pop shit, been takin' trips through niggas hoods, they know I get it poppin'

It's just me and Molly G, hop bout that V-Blick in my pocket