Los Angeles Lifers & TRIFE LIFE RECORDS - Gun Models

Look straight like this look ok I'm swaggin these red bottoms syrup for my problems
I be on my shit high rollers and top models
Gallery on the drip I put it on bitch I'm that popping
Anything that I'm selling bitch you know I want top dollar
Let's Burberry my collar then stick my bitch up probably
She be running from the dick this ain't no track me come swallow
Snatch a nigga chain was 10k it was so hollow
Niggas like to pop that hot shot and I don't follow
When I see the opps go ape shit I go full throttle
Niggas be gun models and snitches get gun powder
Put that shit on this fit like $10,000
Tell her go long my dick took the soul out her
Broke niggas love to talk shit but get no dollars
I ain't seen you wit it on but you spoke bout it
Got her taking off her clothes cause she know bout me
Tryna roll my weed have her rolling for the team
Aye this bitch for the streets this bitch a liability
I ain't giving no handouts I ain't giving a bitch no sympathy
These niggas wanna argue I ain't giving a Nigga no energy
Hand my shooter 20 to get em gone that's a green bean
Niggas showing us signs of disrespect tryna sell me green lean
TRIFELIFE pharmaceuticals but we the green team
I just blew a bag but I'm still balling nigga dream team
My bitch boujie and bad wit a fat ass ysl things
Pull up to the Stu fresh out the Pussy so I'm a lil sticky
Lil baby she keep rolling off this perk that's my Huston Whitney
Told lil baby we can fuck raw but you can't kiss me
Yeah I'm all about the principals try to take some shit off Gilly it's gone get difficult
I don't touched down wit the bag you niggas you niggas fumbling kicking field goals
Spin move yo bitch and bend her over on her tippy toes
Yo bitch done bled the Arli and she done woke up in some Gilly clothes
Sychool ask about me lil baby on Sychool yard I get to them blue strips
My name TB dead homies Bitch I keep me a tool stick
That glock 19 wit a 30 on it don't do no picking and choosing
As soon as he play Ima bust on the gang I'm addicted to squeezing the toolie
I'm done wit the Gucci Yves Saint Laurent she know I'm a joint
Free all the homies been down for the cause and lighting shit up
This shit so wicked they'll switch up on a nigga fast as fuck
That's why I'm married to the M.O.B. baby and I'm going up
That whole 17 I poured yesterday got me sick as fuck
When I heard the news about Cedric it had me sick as fuck
YIP to all of the homies YIP all of my cousins
Shit will never be the same that's why Ima slide for eternity
Purple label denims on Valentino on my feet
Me and BotinY been bled I can put that on 17
I'm going up wit the lifers me DonDollas and Guilty
And I can never change baby you should know that's the M.O.B. in me

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Trife Lifers

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