Troy Ave - Us Freestyle lyrics
rate meI funch you work, you pay us nigga
If you ain’t got my bread, it’s nothing to discuss nigga
Oh my god, was the screams from that pussy nigga
To the lord we pray, but in god we trust nigga
Bang, bang, no playing, we slain, your chain
My watch, my chain, yeah nigga, cocaine
Why I need a record deal when I deal nigga
Powder, it feels good to be a real nigga
2 doors, 2 guns, me and my nigga block
Benz coupe and 2 shooters, forward on the plot
Bout to see this drug dealer by the name of pot
His bitch nigga been owing now the owing stops
He a tough bully nigga, but I’m low degrees
A cold heart never sweat a reputation please
A g like me just do what I does
If you bleed like me, I’m gonna take it in blood
We too dirty to be sloping said don’t roll up nigga
Turn on the lights, make this right, we gonna roll up nigga
Popping got no future cause my bands ain’t free
You could see pluto, for you see something taken from me
I’ma ask him politely, can I get that spray
He don’t got it more than likely, so pistol whip his head
Searched his house, found 8 but her 4 short
You wanna die over 12 greys you stupid fucking dop
Grands in my left, see his bitch with a puff shottie
But I bow, shit, block we ain’t go to body
Now he gotta go, I ain’t getting on my dough
I ain’t fronting niggas no mo, word
I funch you work, you pay us nigga
If you ain’t got my bread, it’s nothing to discuss nigga
Oh my god, was the screams from that pussy nigga
To the lord we pray, but in god we trust nigga
Bang, bang, no playing, we slain, cocaine
My watch, my chain, yeah nigga, cocaine
Why I need a record deal when I deal nigga
Powder, it feels good to be a real nigga
This is so true, I mean it feels good
Not to have no skeletons in your closet
Or a shaky passage you got covered up
Nigga be like, I did this and this to this bitch ass nigga
Nigga please, nigga we smooth over here
Oil … lotion on the skin, lil aloe vera gel nigga
Smelling good, bitch, oh my good
You smell so good,
I be here baby, I do,
They ask me, what is that?
I’m not telling you bitch
So you put on another nigga
Fuck outta here nigga
You came a long way from the crack house nigga
Motherfucker, bsb period nigga
A sling dope on my back, got pushed off by cops
Av got me a spot, we supplied it with rock
I’m talking fly on the wall, I’m talking roach on the ceiling
I’m talking stems in the air, I don’t know where I’m breathing
Conversations with heathens, I swear this white be a demon
Try to wake up and I’m dreaming
All this paper I’m seeing, mama begging and plenning
What if you can stop all the cops
If they don’t find all the rock, surely they finding the glock
I’ma fuck it up pop, it’s steak on the plate
Mama you like it or not
At a laps of the dead, they call it surf and turf
We wore our hats to the back, and roof chris with a smurk
Like yeah we got money too, nobody hurting my crew
I get my last of my niggas, but with these hoes I’m a jew
I ain’t no credit card scammer, I’m a 9 thousand grammar
Every trip I run the risk of 25 in the slammer
Probably get out in 10, if I’m grabbed by the state
But if the feds picks me up, that’s a way longer day
But fear never dictates what a real nigga do
That’s some feminine shit, do you massing guilt too?
Nigga you probably do, bitch.
