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norfside - treylen lyrics

verse 1:
boy don’t ask me bout a block this hippie came up on the northside
babc*ck to converse homies kick it with the 45
n*gga been a vagabond i’m stacking on my loose ends
finna get a crib been in the whip it’s been a nuisance
but no complaining uh
my big homie told me cop a half and make the payment uh
bummy drip it’s rainin uh
rip my jeans on purpose uh
rock a shirt it’s worthless uh
air force 1 resurfaced uh
liquor in the dirt it’s uh
how it go forever on 4eva we forever young
laughing gas i call the dro we smoke so we forever numb
all my homies got it on him one jus got a bettеr gun
put it on his neighborhood tha marathon ya batter run
wherе ya from
what they used to ask a lil homie
didn’t know me
but they seen my circle i said chill homie
k!ll won’t he
i ain’t got a strap so i can’t peel homies
cap back god had my back that night i’m still homie

hook:
i heard a pistol pop last night but i just closed the blinds
it go down on my side of town most the time
i heard somebody say they place got raided so should mine
i harbor hoover’s and homies they neighborhoods ain’t mine
i hang with vls and bl*oods they all hold a 9
i heard em say that’s at the least some put in overtime
turn the music up i’m drowning out the tone of dying
hear no evil while they shooting but i know they dying
fam want a foreign f*ck it we pourin switching the d*mn lanes
at 10 plus 9 i thought i was signed but that was a d*mn shame

verse 2:
i took a lil break for my tolerance i started ballin my grams flame
i hopped in that field who thought i would still be rappin a scam came
on my jehovah yo door and over i gotta knock n*gga
in the whip for the flip why
i gotta drop n*gga
i’m not a soldier no lie i know the n*ggas that drop n*ggas
with a stick for the chips ride
then keep ya door locked n*gga
why they’ll run in ya spot and get a
bit of everything you had to sell
thinkin it’s sweet you gon be mad as h*ll
front door open look like you had sale
spring cleaning in the fall
summer and winter they finna go all
out for the year for a bag if it’s tall
might get ya l!cked give it back if it’s small
right you know what the yard like
sidelines by the dog fights
9 lives for the dog bites
cool cat where the klondike
boof pack flip it all night
goof had to get it on sight
2 packs get the fog right
hippie life keep it alright
peace tryna keep it but i want a piece
feel i need it when we in the streets
call it defense my city go beast
n*ggas shoot here they hittin those 3’s
don’t walk up they gon pull up from deep
n*ggas greedy like it was 03
don’t park up ima cruise when we chief
hook:
i heard a pistol pop last night but i just closed the blinds
it go down on my side of town most the time
i heard somebody say they place got raided so should mine
i harbor hoover’s and homies they neighborhoods ain’t mine
i hang with vls and bl*oods they all hold a 9
i heard em say that’s at the least some put in overtime
turn the music up i’m drowning out the tone of dying
hear no evil while they shooting but i know they dying

- treylen lyrics

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