pints ina bck - troopa (usa) lyrics
[chorus]
b*tch i been walkin w my shooter
btch we gon pull up crack medulas
btch i been walkin w my pole tuck
we gon put a hole in em like donut
d*mn i got h*lla bread w my bro
d*mn i really got too many hoes
these lil n*ggas b talkin on bro
walkin w demons i’m taking a soul
me & my twin got pints ina back
that n*gga dying if he ever lack
crazy i really grew up ina trap
crazy i really came up w my squad
if he don’t got my money then he dead
he try to back door then he gon die
i got my choppa, driving suicide
i took a perc now im gettin high up
[verse]
bands they got me right
xans they give me life
all these hoes thats on my phone
i hope they dont waste my time
d*mn, got guns i don’t fight
ina dark w creep at night
spark up roll my dope
get so high i see the light yuh
shoot like wesley snipes
handy manny i keep my pipe
d*mn her p*ssy make me cry
i dont want her on my line
i don’t even try, for that bread i’ll risk my life
i’m not snaking bro, keep backdoor closed at all times
i’m f*ckin yo b*tch ina back bro
me & my twin hitting shi like the smash bros
he wanna beef so lets see bought it
i call a nuke they ain think that we had those
i’m ina trap w my bro, don’t even kno how the f*ck i got here
i’m getting high as the f*ck, im flying beyond n*gga call me buzz lightyear
all of my n*ggas do walk ups, call it fnaf how my lil n*ggas pop up
it’s dark then a b*tch like it’s gotham these n*ggas p*ssy not nun to run from
i’m tryna fight put the guns up, he not tryna fight ima pull up n shoot back
i’m rockin rick & alyx ina function i walk innis b*tch they like who that
[chorus]
b*tch i been walkin w my shooter
btch we gon pull up crack medulas
btch i been walkin w my pole tuck
we gon put a hole in em like donut
d*mn i got h*lla bread w my bro
d*mn i really got too many hoes
these lil n*ggas b talkin on bro
walkin w demons i’m taking a soul
me & my twin got pints ina back
that n*gga dying if he ever lack
crazy i really grew up ina trap
crazy i really came up w my squad
if he don’t got my money then he dead
he try to back door then he gon die
i got my choppa, driving suicide
i took a perc now im gettin high up
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