CTC Lyrics

I hate the thought of you passing away it hurt my head

Like how the Fuck was I sleeping they found my Nigga dead

I don't know how to cope with all this Pain so I just Blame

Me and all my Niggas I swear got it out The grain

I swear to god this ain't no joke you take one of ours

We Taking two Jump out gang CTC all we know is peekaboo

Glocks with extended clips magazines ina Thirty

Come at me wrong Bitch this FN will do you Dirty

Show all yo Niggas love you can't just pick n chose

It Don't matter if you win or if you Lose

My youngin sling that iron he quick to light up a fuse

Don't ask me what's bracking if i'm Cippin we Throwin blues

I love my nigga that's my brother yeah fasho

And we ain't tripping bout no Money Beef or Hoe i got

Damn all these damn blue benjamins but somehow still feel low

Bitch ima soldier Bitch i gotta keep my poll

Making all this money but the pain won't go away

I said I'm Making all this money but the pain won't go away

I think of you every day

Fifteen hunnid on his head Nigga take him off

CTC we throwing that BTB we blowing that

Don't Fuck with them Niggas cause once you with them

Ain't no going back i swear to god this shit get Dangerous and Treacherous

Nigga said ima Pussy well boy please come try me

I got like three shooters by me and i tote a Mothafuckin Chappa FN

Fuck a Nigga wife mom Pussy dad best friend i get em all knocked off

You see my shirts they expensive Givenchy

And i be wearing that Prada and that Gucci

And shout out to my to my nigga ay yo GG

I put us on the map so please don't kill me for These

I got junkies and these fiends blowing up my phone

On top of that my Bitch won't leave me alone

I got the money and the fame

But it still won't heal nun of my pain but they say I'm the only one to blame

What the fuck