Ezzy G.O. - Tussle

Feds came told them hoes ion know nun
Bread came had to feed my niggas that was
hungry
I been striving for some shit and you can smell it on me
I been nailing that lil bitch but she ain't telling On me
Hit my dawg in the spine they Don nailed lil homie
He couldn't even have that fire he a felon homie
We don came up nigga used to fold baloney
Too much weight up on my shoulders need some muscle on me
But I'll still get down in a tussle homie
Nigga wicked out so i ain't gotta brush it homie
Caught em slipping at the fair they done rushed lil homie
But now he got that fire finna bust lil homie
Told me when he see the nigga he goin crush lil homie
What you put inside that lean what you crushed lil homie
Trap closed less a nigga tryna get a onion
Love me now where u was when I was eating Funyuns
Why I re up by the 12 cheaper by the dozen
Why you told em we was fucking when you know we wasn't
Bitches lying on they clit lying on my dick
I be vibing in the whip higher than a bih
Feds came told them hoes ion know nun
Bread came had to feed my niggas that was
hungry
I been striving for some shit and you can smell it on me
I been nailing that lil bitch but she ain't telling On me
Hit my dawg in the spine they Don nailed lil homie
He couldn't even have that fire he a felon homie
We don came up nigga used to fold baloney
Too much weight up on my shoulders need some muscle on me
I put my right hand to God but a nigga lied please forgive
This life got my soul empty
These niggas wanna crash, bust my ass how the fuck you go against me
Switching up I swear to God you different
Then wonder why I start to step back and fall distance
You tryna send the road dreads gone with a long sentence
Post about me but won't never mention
Bitch I'm posted in trenches 100 guns eating Lilly Dilly
On my boulevard Juanita Blvd this Samo Stona Blvd
I put that G on everything because we do it large
Shit ask my momma I'm protective bout this thing of ours
Some shit I'm taking to the grave
And I ain't finna play I ain't saved
But A nigga talk to God in different ways
A nigga had the drac then I gotta bigger K
So if you ever talk shit then I'm coming round your way
I still ah get down yeah I love to demonstrate
Ion need a ski mask for to scrape what's on your plate
A nigga do whatever just to make sure that he got a lil cheater
Playing one on now with the devil
Yeah with the devil
Feds came told them hoes ion know nun
Bread came had to feed my niggas that was
hungry
I been striving for some shit and you can smell it on me
I been nailing that lil bitch but she ain't telling On me
Hit my dawg in the spine they Don nailed lil homie
He couldn't even have that fire he a felon homie
We don came up nigga used to fold baloney
Too much weight up on my shoulders need some muscle on me

Written by:
Eric Smith

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