PD T3 - Str8 Facts

Sneak dissing like a bitch, hit em up like a lick, better watch what ya say
Got a whole lotta goonies, and they all with the shits we'll push up where ya lay
If it's smoke, nigga get it of ya chest in the ground, you can take it to ya grave
And if it's war, then I hope you guys strapped, ween running we can shoot it broad day
Pussy nigga round one

Hitting a nigga phone about a slut a get you kilt
Fuck the chatting nigga ian got the time i'm chasing m's
While she suckin me, a little motivation for my skills
She aint no hostage, if you really want her back call lyft
For real
I been working hard for no deal
I'll be damned if I let a nigga cross me get pilt
Aint no stopping if I tell my niggas fire, whole clip, dont care who spot it is
Everybody in it getting flipped
On god
Imma keep it solid ian neva been a dub
Nigga everything I got I had to get it out the mud
I'm only in it for the profit, run it up and cause a flood
It's only right that we take off cause everybody showing love
It's a Paper Dollar Family, you not apart of this
We one forever, smashing bitches, that's what started this
We from day one, real blood, aint need a starter kit
They wanna team up, but they can't, real unfortunate
I remember staying up late nights rolling blunts just to go to sleep
Wake up that next morning, i'm skipping school to run da streets
And now i'm really chasing bags, I gotta have the max
I got some niggas in the back seat that'll handle that
Fuck where you from, i'm from West bitch I can get you wack
Play pussy, get exposed homie I'm just statin facts
Gang

Sneak dissing like a bitch, hit em up like a lick, better watch what ya say
Got a whole lotta goonies, and they all with the shits we'll push up where ya lay
If it's smoke, nigga get it of ya chest in the ground, you can take it to ya grave
And if it's war, then I hope you guys strapped, ween running we can shoot it broad day
Pussy nigga round two

Every nigga with me really came from the block, aint no switching
Cause we firm yea we built it from the bottom
These my niggas swear I love em, tryna take em to the top
Do whatever for the win cause they was with me for the loss
Forever
And til Wee free its fuck the law, long live my brother James
For Beata pour the lean out, Russian Cream to the face
I had to let some steam out, facing nightmares everyday
I'm tryna live my dream now
Imma do whatever it takes, cause I want it
I'm charged up, overheating, bitch on I'm it
I wake up everyday thinking bout money
I want a lot of bucks, I feel like Tom Joyner
Create a lane and then i'm rushing to the quaterback
Like Aaron Donald every show i'm leaving with a sack
Cant let em knock me off my grind cause ian goin back
Look i suggest you stay in line or we raising havoc
I made a promise to my folks, I swear i'll never leave
And thats on soul, this shit in stones, yea they gone know pd
I love my fam, do anything, swear you can catch a flat
Just watch ya mouth if we dont know ya
Take ya off the map, we grew up rough
But you couldn't tell its like a perfect match
We from da jungle, it aint safe and im just statin facts
Gang

Sneak dissing like a bitch, hit em up like a lick, better watch what ya say
Got a whole lotta goonies, and they all with the shits we'll push up where ya lay
If it's smoke, nigga get it of ya chest in the ground, you can take it to ya grave
And if it's war, then I hope you guys strapped, ween running we can shoot it broad day
Broad day
Broad day

Written by:
Trevonne Reese

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