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law n order - lil tristo lyrics

[verse: lil tristo & lascr*p]
foe nem go slide wit’ a switch
mike jack moonwalk in this b*tch
drop a dime get hit with the nic
p*ssy boy died he died wit’ his d*ck
folks t’d with the racks hit a l!ck
talk back and i’m smacking a b*tch
want a g19 with a pro mac clip
if he talk out his top get hit wit’ the bl!ck
he keep dissing gang i might just slide and hit his face
this 30 clip got tracer mags lil boy this ain’t a chase
this thot hoe eat the d*ck so quick i nutted on her lace
we got glocks and smith & wessons
if he trip we tie his lace
we running from the feds like tay*k but this ain’t a race
he sent the lo’
i told lil bro to slide i know that place
uh he sеnt the lo’ i told lil bro like d*mn i know that lo’
this k!lling know how i go and i got the boas
thеy 2 for the 4 (no bap)
you could get left on the ground
creep through the cut and i’m spinning around
tried to run and i’m hawking him down
i slide with the glock and it won’t make a sound
these n*ggas not getting no cheese
i’m sending them p’s way out of town
and i’m from kankakee don’t play with me we blow sh*t down
blow sh*t down i’m scr*ppy do it
n*ggas don’t want get into it
why that n*gga repping on that body, he ain’t even do it
one phone call we leave sh*t dead
don’t aim for legs i want a head
lil dude got hit and lost a dread
we lay sh*t down might make a bed
lay sh*t down like right away
you play you just might die today
i’m in her mouth like tooth decay
she eat the d*ck but that’s yo’ bae
play i bet that body lay
bro hop out switch em’ broad day
i know my alphabet i keep a k she do what tristo say
blow sh*t down i keep a bl!ck
n*ggas know i upped it quick
bringing all yo’ money to the school yo’ ass a walking l!ck
that b*tch a bop she doing d*ck
i blow the switch until it cl!ck
caught 7 shots like michael vick
we wiped his nose i think he sick
wipe his nose ain’t leave no snot
can’t cuff no hoe that b*tch a thot
b*tch i’m out my top
i ride with the glock and i’m aiming for his top
can’t lack, i’m dumping a knot
bartender handing out shots
hot water, we used a pot
remember the days we was post on the block
hop out and i’m letting it flock
he’ll die he keep dissing on chop
4 deep and i keep me a mop
one false move his body gone drop (b*tch)
one false move his body gone*
one false move his body gone*
one false move his body gone drop gang

- lil tristo lyrics

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