Tsg Songtext
von K Koke

10 Star Gang
T.S.G
Rest in peace Smalls
Busy
It′s cold


I fell in love with it all (All)
I always wanted to ball (Ball)
Even though I had nothing
I can make something, I can go get it and more
Got my whole leg in the door (Door)
I did it all for the cause (Cause)
I did it all for the change (Change)
I did it all for the poor (Rah)
Hit the streets with my burner (Burner)
Might just beat it like Turner (Turner)
In the streets, I'm a earner (Uh)
Got the fiends, them all curl up (Up)
Like Mr. T when we turn up (Ayy)
A-team, we do serve-ups (Ayy)
Regime from the curb up
My main squeeze is a burger (Woo)
Blacked out on them paigons (Uh)
Trap, trap for them papers (Facts)
Stack, stack, I don′t lack, lack
I don't trap chat, I just blaze 'em (Baow, baow, boom)
This fat facts, I don′t fake him (Facts)
Man tax that and do takings (Uh)
Get at man when we catch man
And then slap man on the pavement (Baow, baow, boom)
Then back-back to wrap, chasing
Whip matte black when man′s racing (Skrr)
Sat nav in the spaceship
Tryna take man to your base quick (Haha)
We stay dripped in the latest (Uh)
Tailored, we're not basic (Nah)
Amazing, man′s waving
And still on probation (Haha)

Yo, it's mad
Still on tag
Out on bail, fresh out of jail
Stoned, busy, living
Fuck the snitching
Hearing ′bout my darg Smalls from behind the door
Touched me different


Heard they wanna know if I'm washed or what (If I′m washed or what)
Have you lost the plot? (Lost the plot)
Don't you remember that time you was round up in my eye
And you lost your watch? (You lost your watch)
Shit's been getting kinda peak lately
Gotta watch the opps (Gotta watch the opps)
Plus the undercover′s been tryna pree lately
So I watch the cops, trust
′Cause rappers, trappers, we got
Plenty of them (We got plenty of them)
Niggas talking hella gas, he never grabbed the wap and clapped it
I'm not pennying him (I′m not pennying him)
I ain't talking ′bout the shit you're rapping
′Bout the bitch you're slapping
I got twenty of them (I got twenty of them)
I just keep it hella youngins 'round me
With the loaded browning, they go Kenny again
Let it ring-ring like a celly on them
Big steak for a dip steak
Like my bitch fake with the jelly on them (With the jelly on them)
Wrist steak for a biscuit
Now my shit lit, bitches pennying me
Got my young thug in the background
Slim jeans and a semi on him (And a semi on him)
Don′t try nothing petty in here, ′cah
I'm coming straight out the gutter (Out the gutter)
Look in my fridge, there′s no butter
But I'm surrounded by all these fake motherfuckers (Motherfuckers)
Soon as your nigga get lockup
He′s fucking, he's browning
While I be chopping and counting (Counting)
Running through houses
A thousand K for public houses (Houses)
Never touch a road without it (Ayy)
Love my niggas, but some doubted, I′m still going out here (Out here)
Now I'm in Beamers and Audis (Audis)
Pull up in bandos and alleys with omers and allies (Allies)
My niggas shook when they see us (See us)
I only came for the re-up, I came with no malice (Malice)
My pinky look like a palace (Palace)
I took a lick on the chalice
Now I'm in with Alice (Alice)
We ain′t fronting, man, we have it (Have it)
Little Scrappy, let me at him
I′ma raise a savage (Savage)

It's mad
Almost got me with the same ting
Huh
10 Star World, you already know what it is
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