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idk & fat trel - thug tear lyrics

[intro: idk]
uh+huh, uh
uh

[verse 1: idk]
my n+gga up high but he lookin’ down
he tried to talk to me but he won’t make a sound
maybe he be speakin’ when my trap jumpin’
i gotta get this money, i can’t walk for nothin’
everybody talkin’, man, it’s always somethin’
but when i’m pullin’ up, man, it’s never nothin’
everybody talkin’, man, it’s always somethin’
but when i’m pullin’ up, man, it’s+, mhm

[verse 2: idk]
they always frontin’ (they always frontin’)
i’m leadin’ all my n+ggas like i’m harriet tubman (i’m harriet tubman)
they pull up on yo’ block, get to d+d+dumpin’ (brrt+t+t)
and them n+ggas cookin’ rock right above the oven (above the oven)
now i’ma keep smellin’ rock like dwayne johnson (that sh+t be cookin’)
and now they wrestlin’
with that smith & wesson (wesson)
choppa, glock or fn (bow)
now you need a reverend (praise god)
i grew up where them teachers scared to teach a lesson
[verse 3: idk]
ain’t no debate tonight
i’m ’bout to slide on a n+gga then slide to the movies and go to a date tonight
if they come after me, that be my alibi, you know that i’ma be straight tonight
b+tch n+gga tendencies, that be the death of me
everyone know that’s my kryptonite (uh+huh)
so you gon’ get hit tonight (uh+huh), aight?

[pre+chorus: idk]
i got a new b+tch (yeah, i got a new b+tch)
she ain’t finna snitch (she ain’t finna snitch)
if they ask if she pleadin’ the fifth (she loyal as sh+t)
she be like with my lawyer and sh+t (she quiet)
other n+ggas would tell off the rip (they movin’ they lips)
when i slide, make him fold, make him trip (bye+bye)
that’s what you get when you slip

[chorus: fat trel & idk]
when i see him, man, you know it’s on sight (it’s on sight)
set him up, yeah, make him take a flight
la! stripes on my shoulder like i’m wearin’ all white (all white)
i lost my brother, ask me if i’m alright
i said, that’s the way it go, yeah, that’s the way it go (go)
we comin’ right back but we keep it on the low (low)
’cause either way it go, man, them n+ggas gotta go (go)
yeah, that’s the way it go, man, that’s the way it go
[verse 4: idk]
b+tch, don’t push no b+ttons
i got oppas all over the place but my shooter gon’ say that it’s nothin’
if i see choppas all over the place, then i’m catchin’ a case, no runnin’
i gotta get out of the hood, i got faith just as long as my trap keep jumpin’
most of the n+ggas that trap be fumblin’
that’s why these n+ggas be constantly hit with the football numbers
put a white boy in the jail, they put a black boy under
they say, “that boy, the black boy, wanted”
then they go switch the subject
keep actin’ like it’s nothin’, it’s nothin’, huh

[chorus: fat trel & idk]
when i see him, man, you know it’s on sight (it’s on sight)
set him up, yeah, make him take a flight
stripes on my shoulder like i’m wearin’ all white (all white)
i lost my brother, ask me if i’m alright
i said, that’s the way it go, yeah, that’s the way it go (go)
we comin’ right back but we keep it on the low (low)
’cause either way it go, man, them n+ggas gotta go (go)
yeah, that’s the way it go, man, that’s the way it go

- idk fat trel lyrics

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