Tru504Boy Lyrics

It's kill or be killed, whose team do you want to be on?

Because sooner or later, everybody's gotta choose

ARP 5.56, .223, put a pussy nigga on a tee, spread his wings

Got the opp block hotter than they bitch when they seeing me (huh)

Double back with the yoppa air the Airbnb

Know some old heads serving old drugs, K&B

Older nigga with some young shooters, that's LeBron team

Before the hurricane, had a OG mind frame (huh)

I was peepin' niggas swag man, (huh) way before when Rouses came (yeah)

That's a fact, Kee done brought me back on that ignant shit

R.I.P. to VL Mike, we don't need to speak the shit

Double back and act ass, but this ain't really actin' (huh)

Bullet fragments, take a fraction of his skull, them thoughts, had fractured (boaw, boaw)

Talkin' reckless, stripped him from his son, prayin' for that bastard

And you know how Gizzle be, free B. Gizzle (free the gang)

Til it's backwards

Niggas tryin' to spin on me? Where the fuck y'all spinners at?

Two pumps on me, (huh, huh) I'm Scott Steiner, a "Big Poppa" shit

Yeah, we born sinnin', but I was born winnin'

Why speak the trenches? When I was born in it (huh)

You know it gets sticky, that grime gon' come with it

Two bitches look like Nicki, they bout to ménage with me (yeah)

Risk it all, got me crashin' out, we gon' get him got

Piss me off, bullets cross his face, just like Chris Benoit (yeah)

Thinkin' small, bitch, I think a lot

How you think I plot? Ready to die

No biggie, sawed off notorious shot (boom)

Ain't easy, I'm ruthless

Get his mop soaked, with this broomstick (bow)

G-locks, switchin like mood swings (huh)

If I miss my shot, who the fuck I hit? (Huh)

Got a Dickie fit and a dicky clip

Give her back shots, like Ricky did

Know a business man that stands on biz

Got a new freezer no Rich the Kid

Should've brought protection, boy this blicky

Be a savage, walkin' backwards till he slidin

Now he look like Michael Jackson

Shit talkin', couldn't back it, now his shit be gettin'

Bagged up, got him hit

Loose bowels, leakin' by his gallbladder (huh)

Ain't no limit to these soldiers, in the Nolia

They don't know ya

R.I.P. my nigga, Soulja

Fuck these niggas

They don't know me, (huh) head done woke me

Like some Folgers took my paper

I'ma fold her

Free them jocer's out that parish

They done maxed me like Angola

I done did everything

I feel like Percy Miller (yeah)

Had to cop that camouflage

They be watchin' like a Phillips

Niggas had to see murder just to turn into a killer

Get you murdered bout them jew's

Got me feelin' like I'm Hitler

Be gettin' Arab money

And I ain't talkin' bout no Brothers

Hit the plug and call my cousin

Where they at?

T.T Tucker

I done made it back

They ain't bout no action

They just actors on the scene

Had his brother grossed him out like Fear Factor (no)

He gon' need a doctor

Had to rush that boy to Oschner

No awards for a real nigga

You don't get no Oscar's

Proud and skinny just like Oscar (huh)

She won't get a penny out me (huh)

But I came with two twins

You niggas sweeter than a Praline

I like my bitches pretty

Like to fuck 'em with the lights on

She starin' at the God

Got me feelin' like a icon

She pull up in that Camry

And she hop out with some tights on (yeah)

Slam dunkin' in that pussy

Got me feelin' like I'm Zion

Let me catch my breath right quick ya heard me

Hold up he at a show?

Bet

Runnin backstage with the yoppa on me

Like the camera man on the Maury Show (huh)

Talk shit, nigga

I don't act my age

Gone spin around like a merry-go (huh)

I'm 13th to the bone gristle

I'm Money$ide

I ain't never broke

Keep hearing spins from the Drac, though

I ain't talk about no radio

I bring that bass, no stereo

His body flying, Rey Mysterio

Turn his bitch on like a TV show

Sent that bitch back

She an easy hoe

My guns nasty like a Scorpio

On that bullshit, Taurus horoscope

He seen a nigga whole body froze

Heart rate rose like a cardio

Team full of gunners

Bout that action (huh, huh, huh)

Just like Jackson

Got her fuckin with a stunna baby

Ain't no Tony Braxton (yeah)

I got pulls off my accent

I got pulls from a Mexican

Was dead from an accident

You niggas is irrelevant

Long hair

Don't give a fuck

The baddest

Fuckin with me

You the hottest in the city

I ain't take this rap shit serious

Pussy

(Huh, huh, huh, huh)