0 Tre Nine (Explicit)-Nicholas Craven/Boldy James/Gue Wop

作词 : Gue Wop/Nicholas Craven/Boldy James/James Clay Jones III/Clifford Barnette Jones Jr. 作曲 : Nicholas Craven/James Clay Jones III/Clifford Barnette Jones Jr. What else? Where we at? ConCreatures 227 No punches, no brake lines My niggas really crunching, facing numbers, not no state time Stringing bales on Stahelin like I'm Avon Screaming free my niggas in the Feds, O Tre Nine Flight risk, ain't wanna let me out, I feel like Akon Black hoodie on, .40 tucked, don't mistake me for Trayvon Known in fifty states for moving weight across them state lines *****, we known in fifty states for moving weight across them state lines "Welcome back", **** you mean? I ain't never left Lately, I been by myself shaking down in commonwealth Catch it at the top, see the ores right before it melt Bag it up and sell it to him wet and get an extra twelve We been getting two-hundred degrees, **** a record sale All the flicks that the Feds took, we was fresh as hell Invested in a semi-truck, was stressing with the mail Niggas getting booked with the books then they turnin' twelve The load came fifty bows over, that's an extra bale Copped a brick out of Saks Fifth, we just left Chanel Now everybody *******, heard they pushing P Nigga got his **** pushed back, he thought he took from me Took him out the gang with the Drac' like he Pusha T Hell Block, Hully Gully, I done been to hell and back Thousand grams of puppy chow, I might need some help with that Stepping on the ***** like a welcome mat No punches, no brake lines My niggas really crunching, facing numbers, not no state time Stringing bales on Stahelin like I'm Avon Screaming free my niggas in the Feds, O Tre Nine Flight risk, ain't wanna let me out, I feel like Akon Black hoodie on, .40 tucked, don't mistake me for Trayvon Known in fifty states for moving weight across them state lines *****, we known in fifty states for moving weight across them state lines Serving all the hunkys and the hicks where they welcome Blacks I took that water up the hill to Bobby, Jill and Jack Tell Johnny "Spread the word", know that fire back And I don't even need a scale, I could eye a pack Skin poppin' in her vein, look like a tire track Feelin' like West, took my ******* and dyed it black I'll give my right hand for a pint of Act' Pour some water on his chest and make sure he ain't wiretapped Unc running out of veins, he shootin' in his **** We put them pills in her *****, put her on the bus After I blend it and I sip it, make it harden up Nigga this that grade A1, you better smarten up It's off the record, off the Richter, off the charts with us Took all the extras, bought a split and caught the charter bus Who put that battery in his back? I'm finna charge him up Been in Wisconsin chasin' them Milwaukee bucks No punches, no brake lines My niggas really crunching, facing numbers, not no state time Stringing bales on Stahelin like I'm Avon Screaming free my niggas in the Feds, O-trey-nine Flight risk, ain't wanna let me out, I feel like Akon Black hoodie on, .40 tucked, don't mistake me for Trayvon Known in fifty states for moving weight across them state lines *****, we known in fifty states for moving weight across them state lines