I think they out to get me, these haters tellin' lies
Them opps chasin' clout, and they wanna take my life
It's dog eat dog in these streets and we tryin' to eat
Get best to beat your feet before shells hit concrete
I think they out to get me, these haters tellin' lies
Them opps chasin' clout, and they wanna take my life
It's dog eat dog in these streets and we tryin' to eat
Get best to beat your feet before shells hit concrete
It's for big bro, trouble nigga
Why the fuck you in it later with that hoe
I miss you nigga, I wish we could take a ride to the store
And for that hoe, if you wasn't a hoe, you would've told trouble no
Cause you say a nigga stopped stayin' there four days ago
These bitches ain't shittin', these niggas ain't need
They ain't trustin' these bitches, ain't even been trustin' my P
I cannot trust my P, really, when you fuck with the knee
Man, the deacon been fuckin' the priest
Man, the bitches got real niggas beat
Man, some niggas think if you ain't in the gang
Then you don't deserve that fuckin' chain
Niggas lie on a bitch pussy, bitch lie on a nigga name
Bitch lookin' like cookin' lime, bitch ain't got a damn thing
All these hoes fuck with all the clique
Swear to God they go from gang to gang
The nigga they say killed dog was in the picture with him with his pre-chain
I think they ought to get me
These haters tellin' lies
Them opps chasing clout
And they wanna take my life
It's dog eat dog in these streets and we tryin' to eat
You're best to beat your feet before shells hit concrete
I think they ought to get me
These haters tellin' lies
Them ops chasing clout
And they wanna take my life
It's dog eat dog in these streets and we tryin' to eat
You're best to beat your feet before shells hit concrete
You after that clout, that's all you about
You ain't a real gangster
Live snitchin' crimes on camera
Use the danger to a stranger
Need to quit with the stupid shit
You gon' bring down the whole clique
Real Gees movin' in silence
So shut the fuck up, bitch
We walkin' free cause we smarter than you
And we can afford common sense
You won't catch us on live with a tool
Actin a fool givin' the prosecutor evidence
No more gang on gang
When I bang, I roll solo
When I do the damn thing
Leave no witnesses
And stay in my own lane
With the right mind frame
Bitch, I don't give a fuck about your lies
Cause real recognize real
House of killers, Orange, Texas
From the land of the trill
That serpent looks you in the eyes
When he tells you lies
Tony Montana's struggle
Comin' up in the jungle
We call it paradise
Country as fuck
Straight out the swamp a
Ghetto child raising hell
Sittin' on the sunroof
Shells rainin' hell as the chopper yells
Echoes through the still of the night
Sends chills down your spine
I believe nothin' that you say
Because it's all a bunch of lies
I think they out to get me
These haters tellin' lies
Them opps chasin' clout
And they wanna take my life
It's doggie dog in these streets
And we tryin' to eat
Ya best to beat your feet
Before shells hit concrete
I think they out to get me
These haters tellin' lies
Them opps chasin' clout
And they wanna take my life
It's doggie dog in these streets
And we tryin' to eat
Ya best to beat your feet
Before shells hit concrete