Fuck Em by TK TruZe Lyrics
I be riding round on the low, never moving slow
Who be really down, I don’t know
If you down to slide, let me know
I don’t feel the vibe, I’m blow
Send the green light, that’s a go
Out in traffic, let em have it
He be talkin, he be cappin
He ain’t bout what he be rappin
Heard some shots, don’t know what happen
We goin spin until he die
I be taking, eye for eye
Keep it real, don’t ever lie
Got a Glock, don’t need a muscle
Send a shot, no we don’t tussle
Usе to walk, an catch the bus home
Droptop benz, I’m on thе hustle
Always riding on my own
Keep a Glock, I’m not alone
Only sent about 20
I don’t know how they all hit his dome
I’m a marksman
Locksmith
Reaper, toxic
Demon
Haunting
They can’t stop him
Come to try find me
Bitch I’m somewhere up in route
You hoe on me, getting stick
But wanting clout
Smokin on a big pack, yeah big amount
Heard always hiding, bring em out, bring em out
Shawty just sent the drop, we in route
We in route
I smoke gas and keep a pistol
Bitch I’m always down to blow
Been listing off my opps, an I’m hit em in a row
So much guap on me, you could call em guapo
Glock wit extension, that’s my lil chapo
Brand new forces all white no crease
Money invested, all that increased
Playin wit me, leave you deceased
Hit em with triple cross, like Kyrie
Fuck em, fuck em
They ain’t with the squad, we don’t trust em, Fuck em, fuck em
They ain’t with the squad, we don’t trust em, Rush em
Put a metal on his head, like that boy just won a trophy
Hear a lot haters talkin
None these pussys know me
All you bitches phony, acting like we homies
I’m better by my lonely, when I dropped lonely
I was in my feelings, sitting back thinking
Chilling
Reminiscing
You wanted yo space
And I left you in the distance
No ain’t no way to fix that
Stick by what you said
You know wasn’t right, you was wrong
Believing them, and not me
I had to set you free
Who be really down, I don’t know
If you down to slide, let me know
I don’t feel the vibe, I’m blow
Send the green light, that’s a go
Out in traffic, let em have it
He be talkin, he be cappin
He ain’t bout what he be rappin
Heard some shots, don’t know what happen
We goin spin until he die
I be taking, eye for eye
Keep it real, don’t ever lie
Got a Glock, don’t need a muscle
Send a shot, no we don’t tussle
Usе to walk, an catch the bus home
Droptop benz, I’m on thе hustle
Always riding on my own
Keep a Glock, I’m not alone
Only sent about 20
I don’t know how they all hit his dome
I’m a marksman
Locksmith
Reaper, toxic
Demon
Haunting
They can’t stop him
Come to try find me
Bitch I’m somewhere up in route
You hoe on me, getting stick
But wanting clout
Smokin on a big pack, yeah big amount
Heard always hiding, bring em out, bring em out
Shawty just sent the drop, we in route
We in route
I smoke gas and keep a pistol
Bitch I’m always down to blow
Been listing off my opps, an I’m hit em in a row
So much guap on me, you could call em guapo
Glock wit extension, that’s my lil chapo
Brand new forces all white no crease
Money invested, all that increased
Playin wit me, leave you deceased
Hit em with triple cross, like Kyrie
Fuck em, fuck em
They ain’t with the squad, we don’t trust em, Fuck em, fuck em
They ain’t with the squad, we don’t trust em, Rush em
Put a metal on his head, like that boy just won a trophy
Hear a lot haters talkin
None these pussys know me
All you bitches phony, acting like we homies
I’m better by my lonely, when I dropped lonely
I was in my feelings, sitting back thinking
Chilling
Reminiscing
You wanted yo space
And I left you in the distance
No ain’t no way to fix that
Stick by what you said
You know wasn’t right, you was wrong
Believing them, and not me
I had to set you free