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Put Em On A Shirt
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Calboy
Featuring(s) : Yo Gotti
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[CalBoy] Oh oh, oh oh Yeah yeah yeah Oh oh DrumGod [CalBoy] I'm tripping hard cause my nigga gone And everyday it's getting worse My brother died on a Sunday He should've been in church We gon die in the trap house I was whippin' up the work On the block with them Glocks out We might put them on a shirt I'm tripping hard cause my nigga gone And everyday it's getting worse My brother died on a Sunday He should've been in church We gon die in the trap house I was whippin' up the work On the block with them Glocks out We might put them on a shirt [Yo Gotti] Sware to god I never pay for a shooter Free my dog, lord knows I can't lose you ??? you a new you It's a ly, the money made me coo-coo Hints in the streets like a billboard Street money, niggas will kill for it Baggette AP, I payed a deal for it 500 K, this the big boy I heard you seen an Opp, and you froze up Me, I got the Drako in the Roles' trunk Soon as I send the Tech, know I rolls up Nigga got beef, know I show up I never forget the shit that OG niggas told me Reppin the rap game cause ??? Keepin' it gangsta, niggas know we the culture RIP Sausa, we lost a soldier Pack came on a monday Feds busted on a Tuesday Nobody knew that the pack came But my nigga ??? He switched up once the money came That's the quickest way to lose me They only coming when the beef on I really think he tryna use me [CalBoy] I'm tripping hard cause my nigga gone And everyday it's getting worse My brother died on a Sunday He should've been in church We gon die in the trap house I was whippin' up the work On the block with them Glocks out We might put them on a shirt I'm tripping hard cause my nigga gone And everyday it's getting worse My brother died on a Sunday He should've been in church We gon die in the trap house I was whippin' up the work On the block with them Glocks out We might put them on a shirt [CalBoy] Rest in peace to my dead homies, I be singing them sad songs I ??? mad strong I get high till I head home I remember them days we were doing them dead wrongs Boy you best keep your head on ??? it's a red zone I got a few packs, put my mans on I learned how to trap, I was hands on Moved the keys for the first time I'm a young ??? Sware to god this life wanna make you ??? Nigga got the chopper ??? I be slanging bricks and butter And I'm from the streets, so I had to pick the gun up ??? cause I'm always ??? My dogs working hard till the sun up How you change on your mans, you so dirty? ??? hit you with 2 30's Imma be a man, so don't worry I put my trust in these bands, they won't hurt me Only smoking exotic gass, my eyes blery I just poured a 4 with my mans, so I'm slery I just did the didgital dash, so I'm swerving I just had a talk with my mans, hope he heard me [CalBoy] I'm tripping hard cause my nigga gone And everyday it's getting worse My brother died on a Sunday He should've been in church We gon die in the trap house I was whippin' up the work On the block with them Glocks out We might put them on a shirt I'm tripping hard cause my nigga gone And everyday it's getting worse My brother died on a Sunday He should've been in church We gon die in the trap house I was whippin' up the work On the block with them Glocks out We might put them on a shirt
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