Fat Trel - Shhh (Remix) lyrics
rate me(feat. Tracy T, Meek Mill, & Rick Ross)
Intro (Rick Ross)
All I ever wanted was a kilo
Tell to get my little niggas with the Rico
Fat Trel
Maybach murder gang
Master minds
Double up, oh
Verse 1 (Fat Trel)
Nigga tell me how you want it with the savage
It go crazy where I’m living it’s tragic,
If you could take it from my pocket you can have it
You know I got a body bag in the trash
You know I got an old thot you can have
Nigga come f*ck my old bitch
Niggas couldn't eat my old p**sy
I’m in the kitchen I could tell you how the stove look
Nigga all I really wanted was some pyrex
A couple hunnit body snatchers in the projects
You know my plus they can let it like direct
Im In Miami, my bitches like where Lebron at
I feel this f*cking official like where your mom at
And f*ck the coppers, I got choppers for the combat
Couldn’t believe it my nigga say he was selling grenades
U bullshit and I’ma send you where a bomb at
DC niggas selling west west dope
You aint know a chopper price get this low
See I cop in Atlanta, bring em back to Alabama avenue
And telling niggas come and get and let’s go
Fifty in the mack, take em back to benerose
Bitches in my kitchen with the simmies on floor
All I know, I want him dead by tonight
With his head in his lap and his body at the light
Purchase me some act, and I’m a pour me up a sprite
Tell the bitch to keep counting til she get the count right
If the bitch finish, i might purchase her flight
Might take her whole life, might fuck her all night,
Right
You know I hate to say it twice, but the p**sy ass niggas
.. about that life.
P**sy ass niggas ain’t that like
& U P**sy ass nigga ain’t ‘bout that life
2 x Hook –Future:
Talking 'bout you popping tags, nigga you ain't bought shit, Talking bout a hunned bottles, nigga you ain't popped shit All you talk nana clips, nigga you ain't shot shitSpending money on these hoes, nigga you ain't fuck shit
Verse 2 (Tracy T)
My shooers got shooters on shooters
Bang bang bang bang bang bang
Knock em down, hundred rounds, lot of pows
Kill a ground, on the F, how you want a quarter thing?
everything all slut, your act nigga pull a Hammer on you
Pull up on a nigga and in California
Teach a lane, how to flip a couple numbers,
whole summer, dope runners, get more come ups
money got me gig, gig gig
now I need more
LA hundred talk, pulling up in them truck loads
Copin’ that, get wax, nigga ten four,
And the winners just wippin’ nigga head off,
Clip long as a little nigga let dog
Empty that and the barrel just smokin'
Closed casket, nigga head open,
Been the top bang yeah I’m in the foreign
Wild body in the sin and no ..
Chop the kid get like Chuck Norris
Ralph Lauren, my engine full of horses,
Every day insane nigga I’m a monster
Cocaine white young nigga flip pasta
Blow I’m a fortune, me and on the fortunes
Nigga don’t ate Aka’s lighting up for you
Hook –Future:
Ay, Shit, Shit, Ay, Shit, Shit,
Talking 'bout you popping tags, nigga you ain't bought shit Talking bout a hunned bottles, nigga you ain't popped shit All you talk nana clips, nigga you ain't shot shit Spending money on these hoes, nigga you ain't fuck shit
Verse 3 (Meek Mill)
Thirty in the clip catch the whole thing,
Feds know a nigga by his whole name
Shoot em in his head for his gold chain
You was runnin’ ball, we was selling cocaine
Talking ‘bout you buyin bricks, nigga you ain’t cop shit
We was selling all dem keys,
We was like the lock Smith
25 hundred for the red bottle,
.. man, five bands for the .. nigga
I’m runnin’ through my city in a new Rolls Royce
Chief Keef 3hunna for the rave nigga
SK AK 10K nigga, 3 Ks Like I hate nigga
And now I put you in your place nigga
You got shoot box money, i got safe nigga hold up!
Hook –Future:
Talking 'bout you popping tags, nigga you ain't bought shit Talking bout a hunned bottles, nigga you ain't popped shit All you talk nana clips, nigga you ain't shot shitt spending money on these hoes, nigga you ain't fuck shit
[Rick Ross:]
Automatic pistol nigga let it to see
She a bad bitch, she a jam of the week
All I ever wanted was a kilo
Till they hit my lil nigga with the rico,
Bitches looking at me teack and look me all this chairs
Is the .. war to a buss full of cage
Master P money I can pull up in the tank
See a murder shooter and no .. of the way
Still sleeping and you will see niggas to the room
Rich niggas coming, you broke niggas better move
At the front door got, where you got work
Three point five with a P at the purp,
Now is six figures for the set niggas verse
All eyes on me as I’m walking through the church
Prayin Lord forgive me thirty shots in the semi
At the pair I’m da man now its time to go and get it
My new plug don’t f*ck with the cut
My new bitch getting fucked in the butt
Right by the trust see me sitting on the trunk
Nigga said they coming through but they see strapped up what?
nigga run a nigga out for the brown bag,
Feds wanna know how much in the brown bag
Nigga swinging this sneack for the brown bear
Your bitch he would take my number and the brown bear
But all I ever wanted ws a kilo
And even a little hoe ..
Sitting on purp nigga still got a plan
Still moving work, uh what a night
Uh what a night, uh what a night!
Was a bitch and that p**sy get a 200 likes
Get .. of that lacks ..
Shit!
Shit
Shit!
Hook –Future
Shit!
Shit
Shit!
Talking 'bout you popping tags, nigga you ain't bought shit Talking bout a hunned bottles, nigga you ain't popped shit All you talk nana clips, nigga you ain't shot shit spending money on these hoes, nigga you ain't fuck shit
Shhh shhh shhh shhh shhh
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