Got One

(Skeeo, you crazy)

4KTrey

We put guns to the face

Ain't nobody safe, who gon' die today?

It's a murder business

Four, four

Uh, uh, four, huh, four, four, uh, uh, four

Fuck it up, fuck it up, four

Uh, uh, fuck it up, fuck it up, it's Top, nigga

Had to tell lil' mama "Bag it up", come here, drop that ass on me

We got sticks inside this fuckin' truck

You play, they whack your ass for free

Bro died, I was down for weeks, I was on plenty drugs

Dog hoes talk down on me, but fuck 'em, I got plenty love

From the streets to the cellblock, he got red dot, hollows hot

It get steep, play with pale stuff 'til my arm lock, I scrape the pot

Gangster bitch tryna hold me down, she see I frown and wonder why

Surveillance sit outside my home, tryna take me down, I'm duckin' cops

I'm a thug nigga, fuck you, bitch, I got gravediggers

Run with me, I'll bust you, you bitch

Fuck the campus, I'm at school with that stick

You gon' get bluesed, you get hit

Break all the rules, get 'em fixed

Cutthroat, ain't complyin' with shit

Mama, kill these pussy niggas that's dissin', now, you know I gotta

I'm tryna shoot the hoes that's with 'em 'cause I'm a fuckin' problem

I'm gon' pop somethin', I run with sticks, they all be goblins

I be head huntin', lil' bro just called and said he got one

Had to tell lil' mama, "Bag it up," come here, drop that ass on me

Stacks inside my pants, I got 'em neat, I come up from the streets

Hold on, stop this bitch, I bag 'em up

Shoot first, now come run up on me

I leave out red, I bang that green

Don't diss out peace, best keep your heat

From the streets to the cellblock, he got red dot, hollows hot

It get steep, play with pale stuff 'til my arm lock, I scrape the pot

Gangster bitch tryna hold me down, she see I frown and wonder why

Surveillance sit outside my home, tryna take me down, I'm duckin' cops

Get the drop, we pop an opp

Load up, send my brothers out

We kept plenty sticks at papa house

Before you know, they roll me out

They posted up, we spun around

Lil' bro, let my window down

This K come out, we spray around

Fall, can't shoot back, we leave you found

Top ain't known to fuck around, 4Tre 38 made me

On lock up, guards gon' slam me down

These bitches ain't gon' slave me

On phones, watch what you say to me

Come face to me, they might raid me

Can't leave trace when we sling heat

Still probably at the crib with a .223

Mama, kill these pussy niggas that's dissin', now, you know I gotta

I'm tryna shoot the hoes that's with 'em 'cause I'm a fuckin' problem

I'm gon' pop somethin', I run with sticks, they all be goblins

I be head huntin', lil' bro just called and said he got one

Had to tell lil' mama "Bag it up", come here, drop that ass on me

We got sticks inside this fuckin' truck

You play, they whack your ass for free

Bro died, I was down for weeks, I was on plenty drugs

Dog hoes talk down on me, but fuck 'em, I got plenty love

(Skeeo, you crazy)