1-800-cal-trel
Singer:fat trel
in the kitchen grippin' my nine
i done put my life on the line
i put shooters on the opps' line
they ain't even comin' outside
when they killed my nigga swipe
told my nigga mike mike everything is alright
that's when gutta frank white got it done on sight
all these bitches fuckin' for a price
opps came through last night
can't forget how my niggas spent the ben on a bike
you know you are not the type
i've been watchin' for the feds
i've been writin' letters to my niggas in the feds
you don't wanna ever make my shooter cut his dreads
let him hang from the ledge
have you pissin' in the bed
that's a lot of shots there
i'm from where they call the bitch the red zone
where we like to turn into a dead zone
trappin' out the buildin' got the bread long
i'm from where we hit 'em with the remix
turn around and take it on some g shit
opposition on some police shit
we gon' hit your block on some creep shit
in the kitchen grippin' my nine
i done put my life on the line
i put shooters on the opps' line
they ain't even comin' outside