CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Allegations
Mane' this sh*t here crazy, stupid b*t*hes say we killed my n***a
Say they caught him slipping, In south Memphis i was somewhere sick
Know how we get down & how we kick it, Fat you know the business
Hand some up & down & up some guns this sh*t got kinda wicked
Now i'm out in traffic by myself, i don't know who to trust
This Glock got my back, draco with me clutching on every truck
Imma keep on smashin, keep yo name alive & post you up
b*t*hes wanna f**k cuz im above my feelings, in my nuts
Swervin' through the city in this Scat, i got bout 50 on me
Opps tryna sick b*t*hes on me, Carbon it got bout 60 on it
Ever since i lost Tadoe, been Crippin with the Kitchen Homie
Cold heart Crippin, Like im Gunna, b*t*h im drippin on em
Trappin out a Vacant with no neighbor, tryna get it in
357 came with 8 shots, im tryna let off 10
The plug say he gon stop sending the bomb, we keep stretchin his friend
Well little do he know, His ahh next when soon as we meet again
Jakes done hit my phone, like they just booked me for bout 20 racks
Chop that sh*t in half & send off a 10 he send me 20 back
The streets say we got ether, keep on droppin'
This sh*t here like crack & we the ones who started slimin' out with choppas in the scat
I know what it feel like, take this, make sure this pill right
3 to the chest, 1 to the neck, i bet that boy don't heal right
I keep popping all these pills cuz i like what it feel like
& don't that im slippin', try yo luck you gon get killed twice
Say they caught him slipping, In south Memphis i was somewhere sick
Know how we get down & how we kick it, Fat you know the business
Hand some up & down & up some guns this sh*t got kinda wicked
Now i'm out in traffic by myself, i don't know who to trust
This Glock got my back, draco with me clutching on every truck
Imma keep on smashin, keep yo name alive & post you up
b*t*hes wanna f**k cuz im above my feelings, in my nuts
Swervin' through the city in this Scat, i got bout 50 on me
Opps tryna sick b*t*hes on me, Carbon it got bout 60 on it
Ever since i lost Tadoe, been Crippin with the Kitchen Homie
Cold heart Crippin, Like im Gunna, b*t*h im drippin on em
Trappin out a Vacant with no neighbor, tryna get it in
357 came with 8 shots, im tryna let off 10
The plug say he gon stop sending the bomb, we keep stretchin his friend
Well little do he know, His ahh next when soon as we meet again
Jakes done hit my phone, like they just booked me for bout 20 racks
Chop that sh*t in half & send off a 10 he send me 20 back
The streets say we got ether, keep on droppin'
This sh*t here like crack & we the ones who started slimin' out with choppas in the scat
I know what it feel like, take this, make sure this pill right
3 to the chest, 1 to the neck, i bet that boy don't heal right
I keep popping all these pills cuz i like what it feel like
& don't that im slippin', try yo luck you gon get killed twice
