Bman TTk - Leave No Trace (feat. Du66)

Gang
Meet me on the block, CeeLo
Catch a nigga down, I'ma get him
I know, G know, G fo
block CeeLo
On Da Block Swing Threw
Meet me on the block, CeeLo
Come around town, get mopped up, no G-Boat
The opps at the door, big bruh gon' ride the G4
First day out and I been walkin' with the pole
Niggas say he want to smoke, so smoke that boy, just like ah pote
Niggas say that we don't slide, all my niggas EMA
TTK that they gon' ride
And I was just locked up in the county, nigga, had to do some fuckin' time
A nigga ain't have no shit to do, so best believe
I'm writing ryhmes and doin' time
The backseat, bitch, I'm spinnin', at night, bitch, I'm grimlin
TTK, yeah, that's that gang, I hurd them boys, yeah, they be drillin
go with yo move, better be with it, cause all my niggas, they really with it
Lil nine in the backseat, grip a two-drop, he ready to drill it
Them niggas hopin' that I'm lyin, if I'm lyin', then I'm flyin
You talkin' shit up out yo neck watch how niggas, hit you with that nine
You not no cat, nigga, you don't got no nine, lives
Niggas sellin' dubbs to pass the time . Pass it to dubb yea he gone slide.
Bitches bigg DUBB up in this bitch, no, I ain't not fuckin' lyin
We gon' get that pack shipped, nigga, that shit drop tonight
Yeah, I just got right, yeah, I hit at nine
Tell that bitch to fuckin' stop that shit, I hit that boy to nine
Boy, me and B MAN, we the shit, fuck if you ain't leave no trace
And we really with the shit, we just might hit you up in your face
Yeah, big tree shit, yeah, biggie shit, yeah
Me and Bman , we was hustlin' every day
Fuck the feds, nigga, we ain't catchin' no Cases
I'm just tryna stack my guap, I'm tryna stack them K's
That bitch, yeah, she all up in my face
My niggas really with the shit, nigga, we just might hit you in your face
I just might hop out the whip with that 24
I catch a freak, bitch, then dickin' down, and now we kickin' doors
Bitch, I'm runnin' in this shit, bitch, get down money on the floor
I don't understand this nigga, how the fuck you wife up on ah hoe
Can't get mad by no bitch, only mad at the cheese
Why you mad at the cheese? Cause that bitch stuck with me
And bitch, that Glock got no safety, when I up, it go, oh, wee
Goddamn, I'm on probation, but I'm still smokin' weed
And if she put a warrant out, then, bitch, I'm fuckin' runneee
Opp, nigga, bumeee, white Chalk em what he seee
Nigga, all they see was BIG B
Nigga, face shots, not the Knee Then post me on the TV
Drop His shit and knock his face back
That 4-pound gone push his wave cap
How you make a freak bitch say that?
Bitch, I'm posted' with my bae scarp
EMA gone take off like the rocket
And nigga fuck the plug i wanna meet the fucking socket
Pick the pack up early hope bro nem pick it up and dont enn drop it.

Written by:
Alex Woods, Amir Briggs

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