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trilla zone - sticky situation lyrics

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[intro: trilla zone]

shout out quin nfn

alright preciate it for putting me in nfn bro

ayo shoutout king jamz too

[verse 1: trilla zone]

busting like we biting
form these 30s ain’t no hiding
bullets man, they gone be gliding

go dumb, stupid with the iron
if i fl!ck it with the fire, b-tch you know i’m gone be tired
beamer on the pistol, north korea with the missles
sharper than a pencil
man i’m harder than utensils, and if quinncho, got my back
man you know i got him back too

pull up with a ruger man you we gone be blessing
stupid thotty b-tches man they think we gone be stressing
all these p-ssy n-ggas, man you know we stay finessing
all that f-ckin money, b-tch you know i’m gone be gettin

mess with no computa
but you that they gone shoot ya
gorrillas with the choppa man
you know that they gone glue ya
all these f-ckin n-ggas
man they praising hallelujah
if you really know about it
they you know that we gone have it
pull up with a choppa man you know they wrecking havoc
warning on the tv
b-tch you know i’m causing static

when they hear nfn
n-gga they gone f-ckin panic
make scenes from a movie
b-tch you know it’s gone be tragic
b-tch you know that we got shootas so you better pray to budda, okay…

n-ggas gone get it, i reload aim to the face
done beating these b-tches
i know i put them in the lane
you know i take my place, and and it’s right up in this lane
cuttin through these n-ggas with them diamonds johnny dane (gang)

[verse 2: young azid]

n-gga better keep your chain tucked
i f-ck and screw a n-ggas b-tch, don’t get your wife f-cked

northside come around here get yo mellon bust
all i know is show no sympathy, k!ll the enemy
roll the windows down making sure these clips get empty

blue hundreds stick up out my pocket like it’s magic, and i put a p-ssy n-gga talking sh-t up in his casket, she sucked my d-ck you kissed her p-ssy you a f-ggot

serving packs since when, like 2010, and n-gga quin pull up zack and cody with the twin
why you eatin p-ssy, p-ssy n-gga thats sh-ts f-ckin g-y, you better stay away, i up this chopper let it f-ckin spray

call me nike, yea i’ll run up a check b-tch, i don’t want that s-x all i want is the neck, you know we up next i won’t stop till i’m underground, love that chopper sound, wet them up watch then n-ggas drown,

you a f-ckin clown, i won’t stop till i’m underground…
chopper on my hip, make you square dance

put some bullet hole in yo sh-t call you square pants (x2)

[verse 3: zar gttm]

heard ya belt fake d-mn, ain’t that a shame
n-gga be talking but he ain’t even got no brain

choppa reloaded ain’t never folding on my homies
talking all that sh-t behind my back you ain’t my brodie
got a drum on my “k”, 6 feet where he lay

i make my money to ways 2 ways, i’ll sell that xanax i’ll sell that yaye
whip it in the kitchen ain’t ever slippin
lean got me moving slow, kicking yo door…

heard you is a hoe, f-cked yo b-tch up on the floor
n-gga issa go, got yo b-tch giving me throat
sauce gang, dripping, is all i know, glock on my side and you know it’s finna go n-gga (gang)

[verse 4: d-money ytf]

n-gga ytf 800 b-tch you know how we rocking n-gga
i’m in this b-tch with my n-gga jay…

let’s get it n-gga, yea

uh, uh

i done watched these n-ggas switch up for the cash bro
n-ggas claim they love you really talk behide yo back bro
guess it’s crazy how all these n-ggas acting shady

f-ck a n-gga bout money
you wanna talk n-gga pay me
we strapped up like we the navy
leave you mashed with no gravey
i do this sh-t for my babby
b-tch ain’t no way you can play me

haaaaaa

these boys ain’t really bout it
i know these n-ggas douting
deep in that sea getting that chesse
and i ain’t f-cking drowning

i put my self to that money no where else i wanna be
n-gga deep off in them streets trynna get a meal to eat
nun these n-ggas feel me best believe they gone feel this heat
y.t.f 800 runnin sh-t ain’t got no time sleep

d-mn he just wanna meet
i’m just trynna chase the chesse
find out it’s a set up let that choppa beat his f-cking meet

(gang)

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