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ina field - trill vont lyrics

this for the guttah yea
this for the guttah
this for the guttah yea
this for the guttah
guttah, this for the guttah

these n*ggas be capping i be in the field but ima make it and bringing my brothers
loyalty over everything, n*gga all we got is eachother
we in the eye of the storm its all or nothing yea i be with them top shottas
and i stay with them vvs on my neck n*gga this a thousand dollar collar
i was just a young n*gga from the hill all these 223s you better shield
i could care less about a hundred thousand cause im knowing one day ima have a mill
my heart so cold they saying im wrong cause no i dont know how love feel
and my eyes open they ain’t with you for real so if you slipping
they gone catch them a k!ll
my money dont fold all my hoes say im a hoe
heard a n*gga went with they move thats a different story n*gga thats old
in a 400 dollar polocoat
we got them riffles equpped with a scope
i dont hear them talking them n*ggas they broke
but no i ain’t ducking ain’t running from smoke no
these n*ggas dont get it cause we ain’t the same
get in trouble then they mess up the game
on my n*ggas ill never change
balenciagas when i walk through the rain
my money too long can’t fit a wallet
and i f*ck with them n*ggas they d*ck riding
we got army weapons like bin laden
ain’t no folding with us yea we big solid

i ain’t boujee but this a hilfiger sweater
got a strap on the choppa thats red leather
auto matic them bullets do get togethers
me and mines yea we gone be straight forever
ima man dont care bout no other n*gga
prolly hating on my cause they see im bigger
when you show your colors i ain’t f*cking with you
we the rawest they wanna be in the picture
young rich n*gga i got giuseppes they up on my feet
i keep a ar when im going creep
i call my youngin he would put you to sleep yea
all of my b*tches they look like some models
and all of my n*ggas you know that they riders
kidnap your potna and now you can’t find him
stepped in blood now these red bottoms
i got so much of rollies i give away my old ones
f*ck it im rocking the gold one
n*ggas hating im the chosen one
up on my trail i ain’t do them sh*t
dont want go to jail but im gone let it spit
she got a man but she let me hit
just spent a thousand dollars on a fit
i guess im young and dumb
im from the east we clutching drums
im in the streets im in the slums
we got the smoke we treat your lungs yea
big dog since a lil boy
ima teach that to my lil boy
ar15 thats gone be his toy
we gone drill something like illinois
trouble trouble trouble
i can’t get away from trouble
i get it i make it double she love me she want to cuddle
i be fly like a drone
if he tripping we get him gone
they dont know the sh*t im on
we gone put one in they dome
im with the gang yea im with the mob im with sum n*ggas who be itching to rob
contract send them on a job
all i got to do is pay him 5
say he a shooter but he taking cover
in paper work now he undercover
designer shoes i got all colors i be chasing money im a bread lover
dont pick with n*ggas but they envy me
im chasing money n*ggas chasing beef but we in the guttah
so you gotta accept everything coming with it
tape on the stock so this over 50
illegal n*gga yea we over limit
this a h*llcat n*gga f*ck a bentley
i dont need no n*ggas i got god with me
you gone save who i got that rod with me
yea im going hard with it
ill put your heart upon your sleeves
watch how i make em believe
my youngins steady on a scheme
ain’t talking papers we got magazines

- trill vont lyrics

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