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tru trilla - god's mercy lyrics

hook

they can’t stop us they can’t get us
you could follow all you want
get clapped you ain’t with us
yeah they rap but they ain’t spitters
talk that hustle same pack y’all ain’t finish

verse 1

these wack azz rappers is corn b+lls
two years later more faker they fall off
organize chaos supreme rap order
murder scenes p+ss in your tap water
the left jab abbreviate your nose from your face
the right hook will punch your bone right back in place
i do you dirty in that order
it’s that 05 you could lose an organ
your face hold five two bullet holes in your jordans
what’s important your music or the people
who ain’t supporting is you selling or you snorting
you with the gang or they extorting
you get the whole stash of the bag or a small portion
you just a ho’ for the corporate
eyes open wide playing dead in a coffin
not too many ever make out often
doctors over your chest screaming out we lost him
playing around it cost him can souped sauce

hook

they can’t stop us they can’t get us
you could follow all you want
get clapped you ain’t with us
yea they rap but they ain’t spitters
talk that hustle same pack y’all ain’t finish

verse 2

f+ck your shoes on your car
you could die in your socks
with name brand clothes on
two holes in your knot
i guess you fresh to death
or just a hot mess left for death
one week you’ll rot yeah the mag is out
toe is up tag is out
no need to push him you could drag him out
blabber mouth
don’t know what they blab about
while your heart still beating i could grab it out
just poke you in the chest and stabbed it out
fake kingpins get uppercut your knees bend
body shot buckled lose breath you need wind
automatic rifles at door we ease in now
you on the floor holding jaw bleeding
yeah the chick told us the spot you be in
the two stash house plus the time you meeting
rapped him up tied him up tight
throw his punk ass off in the deep end

hook

they can’t stop us they can’t get us
you could follow all you want
get clapped you ain’t with us
yea they rap but they ain’t spitters
talk that hustle same pack y’all ain’t finish

- tru trilla lyrics

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