Memory Out The Puddle

I don't leave the house without my piece I'm tryna step on him

We gon rep on him step on all his cousin nem

And his brother nem

You better not show no love to them

Plotting on touching them you know that I don't fuck with them

I been stacking up my cheese that's on my mother nem

I done got my memories out the puddle

I loved you like you're kin to me like no other

But you turned to my enemy so it's fuck ya

I'm thugging I'm yea

They praise him they scared

He died in his bed

We flying them in

To all my fallen soldiers

Bring that pressure they gon flip the script like motorola

Had to backdoor??? and tino he a fucking cobra

Hope you know I can't go

He ducking off in all the heater through his nose

You gon know he dead if you just watch his toe

Free cemetery dead bodies buried

We paint everybody red when we come from out that backstreet

Automatically put your shit up and park hopping out the backseat

We gon treat him like a bean when I smoke this shit won't ever leave

I don't leave the house without my piece I'm tryna step on him

We gon rep on him step on all his cousin nem

And his brother nem

You better not show no love to them

Plotting on touching them you know that I don't fuck with them

I been stacking up my cheese that's on my mother nem

I done got my memories out the puddle

I loved you like you're kin to me like no other

But you turned to my enemy so it's fuck ya

Fuck you

N---a fuck you

I don't fuck with them you fuck with them so fuck you too

They hit the corner with 15 sticks this finna be a bloody room