Truble T DaGator - Pound 4 Pound

Intro:
(Truble T DaGator) You want some more….. We want it too…. It’s pound for pound

Verse 1 Truble T DaGator:
I’m the realest motherf***** blessing mics give em’ hell with it/Jammed for the white and still walked out the cell with it
Money makin Mitch smile, lawyers on speed dial/Matter fact aye Siri tell him I got beef now
He want me to calm down, Gator been chillin though/Now I’m bout to turn up like the ecstasy in nymphos
You ni**az is real hos, heard you play with dildos/And them ni**az wack like Nick Cannon diss track
Heavyweight you f***** with never on no sucker s***/Attitude is f*** you you you and ya b****
Gettin to the business what you want for Christmas/Two .40 glocks thick b**** with the b******

Verse 2 Lucky:
Aye! Trap house booming on a Thursday/Watch me break it down like it’s ya birthday
Paid twenty five profit ten (profit ten)/Next day same s*** again
Truble told me to go hard that’s what I do/Talk that D-Boi s*** cause that’s you
What they know about a thousand and eight grams/Breaking that whole b**** down and locking in
I took my share of them Ls on my chin/Got sh***** for a couple them thangs by my kin
Them ho ni**az out here actin like you my bro ni**az/No ni**a y’all should be hangin with them ho ni**as

Verse 3 StarNova:
(Uhhh) Call me Barney Rubble cause I’m sellin’ Bed Rocks/Girl got my dick figure four head locked
Boucing up and down, like a dreadlock/Ridin on the Busa you think it’s dead stock
Eleven mill stroker kit you can check the clock/I want that back end and I want it off the top
No seeds so check the reefer check the reefer/Nine one one check the beeper check the beeper
That’s ya man right check ya people check ya people/Quit drinkin syrup must of drunk a whole liter
I’ma boss in the streets yea a whole leader/Can’t ride with me ni**a got a two seater

Verse 4 Sunni G:
Callin’ me out, know that you won’t, can’t be these bars, I’m coming raw/Southern par, I’m breaking yo jaw, set it off, boss cover the charge
Say you got hands, know that you don’t, in front of yo people, Slapped in the mouth/If you the juice, I am the sauce, I am the smoke, I am the xaust
Stop pushing the line, that you won’t cross, before you found, dead in the swamp/Meat and muscle, fallen off, rotting away, covered in moss
Call for the laws, they bringing the dogs, takin a loss, they callin em off/Ask the Nawf, this ain’t what you want, we know that you soft, now cut the beat off

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