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180trey - off top lyrics

[verse : 180trey]
sometimes i think about what if i die soon
i caint get it out my head i’m so doubtful
i’m to confused
don’t know what happen when we dead
won’t show no love until they see you in that bed
gotta’ provide no i can’t let a n+gga take me
gotta keep a pole
one in the head
it ain’t on safety
im trynna say ill really bust ya head thats if you make me
and i know for a fact when i blow up the ops gone hate me
i try to keep my circle small tho
i know they won’t talk “no
just know we ain’t lackin these ways
i got to stand tall on my ten toes
they know what we in for
posted with them pistols everyday
you know g+ wayy i really love this sh+t
my music they discovered it
you know its heat just look up at they face
now it ain’t sh+t to tell my n+gga just to get you out the way
my n+ggas come to clean and sweep might get ya body thrown away
i be in my own lane
ian got no competition
might have to blow it close range
aim it at the opposition
we had to slide up on them n+ggas
wet’em up ain’t doin dishes
no ian trynna be ya friend
no i cain’t kick it where the digits
i was trapped inside the stu
ain’t have nothing to do
i had to come up wit it off top
don’t like to freestyle but i said so what because i rap alot
had to stop gambling and shooting dice because i cr+pped alot
[hook: 180trey]
everything im doin off top yeah
everything im doin off top

everything im doin off top yeah
everything im doin off top

[verse 2: 180trey]
came in this b+tch without a pen and pad opposition gettin mad
i try to stay out of the way
came in this b+tch without a pen and pad
to focused trynna get a bag
thinking bout a dream i had the other day
they hear my sh+t i know they feelin that
she took my heart, won’t give it back
i’m really losing feelings anyway
if it ain’t business i caint hear what you say
know what i bang its 180g+wayy
live in the stu i make a new song every other day
you say what you gone do
i dont know you
we get you out the way
we stick him up like glue
he on the news we put him on a paper
we might have to smoke him later
we rolled a wood the dutch for later

- 180trey lyrics

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