Troy Ave

Troy Ave - Last Rights lyrics

rate me

feat. BSB

Dope dealing niggas, this the power crew

And I’m known to smoke it louder, too

It’s BSB, who the fuck is you?

My whole clique known to touch the two

Niggas want beef, I turn ‘em vegetable

Please know who you stepping to

I hear you talk, then what you waiting for?

I swear I’m ready for the day we quarrel

And I’m the one to pull your curtains, too

And you don’t wanna get your curtains pulled

Just know that everything I say be truth

I’m one of the illest of my LA crew

I love a bitch that’s so beautiful

That bitch is looking, say she beautiful

And she be loving what us dealers do

And take a pardon on our meanest acts

As I sip on this red cup

The Lord as my witness, I keep it super cool

It’s always R&S’in

It’s a shame that’s some Fubu’s

Go cokamania and get Chiddy Bang

It’s a lot of drugs in the gang but powder sells the best

Everything I’ve got in this world I owe to my mama and coke

Shouts to Brooklyn and good looking bitches who travel with dope boys

BSB, boy no more, I’m getting money nigga

Fucking bitches too, my cologne’s my signature

Clear up on the spot, jean polo boy

A nigga only fit God and the gabbles from the court

Preacher wearing black, judge wearing black

Haters weighing hoes from the shots out my strap

And I don’t wanna rap, I just do it for the hustle

I’m paper chasing and it’s the quickest way to get ‘em off you

Them meaning them people, them three letter evils

All the dirt that I done did, I know that I’m owed the needle, damn

This ain’t a movement, it’s more of a mentality

Go against it if you choose and it’s gonna be some fatalities

Get down or lay down

You lay down? Then stay down

Loyalty ain’t a game and this ain’t no fucking playground

Staying sucker free and being real with my crew

I’d die for them niggas and I’d kill for ‘em, too

Cross my team once, it won’t be no round two

We put it down in the town, we did not fucking around crew

And we really not fucking around, too

Your body parts will get found, dude

100 shot to surround you

Hitting you and all them niggas that surround you

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