Da Tre
Yeah (Red, this ho so fuckin' bumpin', bruh)
Opps know they can't fuck with us
Yeah (Yung Swerve) big Fuck The Opps Crazy
1152 yeah, ayy
SUV truck go two hundred
The opps know what's up
You ain't hittin' on nothin'
You niggas be internet dissin'
Niggas be broke, you ain't gettin' no money
Nigga, we trap Monday-Sunday
Don't even count it, we servin' a hundred
Straight from the Tre
We ain't never been runners
Put it in business, we gettin' it done
Yeah, uh
Don't give a fuck who don't fuck with Kevo
See through the bushes just like a peephole
I got the plaque, I'm the one who went gold
Let's go lil' Sett got the block on control
Take him out, get the snot off his nose
Where he goin'? We follow him home
(Slatt, slatt, slatt) you right in our eyes
Don't care if you wrong
Gotta be slime to get closer to Goat
Go with the move, we gon' go with the flow
If he move wrong, then we gon' blow
Automatic chopper hit him through the floor
S550 get away, it
Got Kevo in the back, he blowin' opp smoke
Say he gotta pray, get the vato
Robbers, strip him out his clothes
Free Stuart, the cash got him close
Still puttin' on, wearin' designer clothes
1152, that's the code
Still bring a fan out for Tadoe
Still pushin' P's, nigga, for Mojo
Get the job done for sure
If they play, then we uppin' the score
Nigga, we in the game, that's the score
SUV truck go two hundred
The opps know what's up
You ain't hittin' on nothin'
You niggas be internet dissin'
Niggas be broke, you ain't gettin' no money
Nigga, we trap Monday-Sunday
Don't even count it, we servin' a hundred
Straight from the Tre
We ain't never been runners
Put it in business, we gettin' it done
Yeah, uh
Don't give a fuck who don't fuck with Kevo
See through the bushes just like a peephole
I got the plaque, I'm the one who went gold
Let's go lil' Sett got the block on control
Take him out, get the snot off his nose
Where he goin'? We follow him home
You right in our eyes
Don't care if you wrong
Tre Ball, Tre Ball, Tre Ball, Tre
Ball, I can't never switch, uh uh
Fuck a nigga ho, make him mad at the bitch
She was just suckin' dick
Now you kissin' the bitch
That's the reason he mad
Why he throwin' that fit
I was just a lil' kid, out the blue
I got big ain't no fightin' no more
Ain't no more usin' fists
From the 3, I done did some shit nobody did
No lie, can't cap on that
His homie died, but he ain't rap 'bout that
You can pick your man, I'ma pick my man
You can bet on him, I'ma bet on Sett on God
Can't believe shit these niggas say
These niggas flodge niggas tryna link up
But you ain't come out them apartments
SUV truck go two hundred
The opps know what's up
You ain't hittin' on nothin'
You niggas be internet dissin'
Niggas be broke, you ain't gettin' no money
Nigga, we trap Monday-Sunday
Don't even count it, we servin' a hundred
Straight from the Tre
We ain't never been runners
Put it in business, we gettin' it done
Yeah, uh
Don't give a fuck who don't fuck with Kevo
See through the bushes just like a peephole
I got the plaque, I'm the one who went gold
Let's go lil' Sett got the block on control
Take him out, get the snot off his nose
Where he goin'? We follow him home
You right in our eyes
Don't care if you wrong