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tnfsleepy - trip to the 12th/breevort lyrics

ebk we don’t f+xk wit dem n+ggas

ebk bet he duck wit em n+gga it’s everything dead no remorse get up wit em

yellowjackets get hot inna winter it rip thru the cleezy the gleesh imma split em

p+ssy poppin we line em for dinner like mbk millz who’s block is yu bending

keep it real know you popped imma bench em jus spark it & light up ya deads feel the tension

like millz where you at , get em back , lay em flat wit gat keep a knockin it rip thru his back

he get flocked he around where i’m at

rip thru his spine watch his body collapse
unplug his bed & his mind runnin laps it’s a matter ah time for the linеs ah go flat

jdot :

i could never switch up b+tch i’m stuck wit my team

thats cap

switching on gang now lеt’s speak the facts

doing nothing introduce u to rap

say imma bum but gang call me trap

in a year or 2 p me more than a rack

dissing n+ggas u never met in ya raps

that’s facts like

2 taxt like

better keep tnf out ya tracks

like u remember how i used to write for u
n+ggas would ride for u
(yk thats facts )

like d+mn i n+gga would’ve died for u
went on a glide for u
( yk that facts )

shi hurt had to cut ties wit u
reagan won’t slide for u
(shi went to the left )

sh+t crazy jus had to remind u (x2)

dissing on n+ggas when they ain’t support
yo lamarc i ain’t showin remorse

spot em got em leave brains onna porch pnv what imma throw up the score

like what sit back sh+t sad the hate & the envy i’m back in my bag

stuck wit lawless i throw up the hat but he play where he lay imma make sure he crash

bandicoot keep a knocka no flash steady runnin like rick 74 thru his back

he ain’t folk why he cap in his rap but for regan he better go ku wit gat

no remorse he get turnt to ah memory send em a century knock em right up off the map

can’t name a thing that you did to me trappin out plenty ps bag on his head take it back

jdot:
said they winning they just saying anything
focused on beef but they pockets on featherweight

sleepy:
like a pastor they wishing for better days
spin on my soul no you better not hesitate

jdot:
deads got mentioned sh+t cannot remediate

sleepy:
bullets be coming he ducking from different ways

jdot:
baby i look way too good ion need to chase
want me to post you pls get the f+xk out my face

sleepy:
like a lion she needa be tamed i’m the heart of sirens i’m giving em pain
if he bop wit the chop where his knocks inna grave ?
no sunami get drenched in the bay gone be crying for mommy to come save the day
pnv k i aint droppin the rakes know im slidin thru pelham like gimme that chain
how you spin you got lost yu ain blam em you ain’t throw and that’s worda my grandma
p+ss in his boots he got lost up in bamaz
for the net animation throw tantrums trip to the 12th he get left in that anthem
kidnap lil regan & hold him for ransom he get wrapped up & popped no expansion
turnt to a ghost disappear danny phantom creep thru ya block i hit harder than cancer
only thing is ain’t no stages in hand drums 9 millimeter get back rip his grandson
& im bound to get lit 30 barettas knocka got a kick flaming im tossin like get out the mix
don’t come ball on the court or the field imma blitz
ice up slippin like hockey running & ducking i dare em to try me

jdot:
every verse that i preach got a message
when u spin no assist get aggressive
better make sure no civilians contesting
if he move wock get replaced like corrections
getting to it since 12 ain’t no flexing

sleepy:
its ah stick up b+tch don’t need ya blessing like
kick in his door imma light it no question
sunday service i pray to the lord he don’t know what it cost needa talk wit the reverend
he get shot watch em drop n we benched em
pray to the lord with or without my aggression
red dot to his temple no question
free skrap locked down in correction dont get it confused we ah send yu a sentence

jdot:
rule number one never let nighas know that u gotta gun

sleepy:
rule # 2 that gunplay get critcal don’t try n play for a fool

jdot:
rule number 3 keep ya finger on ya lip on what u do in these streets

sleepy:
rule number 4 if they take one ya brothers make sure that we up onna score

sleepy & jdot:

rule # 5

no it aint ah surprise that n+ggas switch up onna guys

this word to three five

dont get caught at that backdoor unless yu ready to die

- tnfsleepy lyrics

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