When they ask who we do it for, Bitch we do it for Tu
Im a cool nigga, since June 3rd, I've been losin' my cool
You want me dead? So when you see me, just do what you do
I'll shoot myself before I feel Ima lose it to you
Oh you gon' slide for me? Find that hard to believe
and that back you talk behind, Tu gon' watch it for me
Bitch we with all the smoke, ain't no offering peace
And I just wanna see my opps in that coffin deceased
And that gang that I bang what I'm dyin' Behind
And we ain't goin' for attempts, we ain't ridin' wit nine's
You [?] up without warnin' you lied to my eye!
June 3rd got that call n' I cried n' I cried
I can't fuck wit' big head nigga, ain't dealin' wit' pride
Dear our mothers, please get ready, your cheer ain't gon' die
He takin' pictures wit' some suckas, we killin' his guy
Turn yo back and try to run we gon' fill up his spine
Last time I talked to you, you was in them jets
You told me that you had some shit to get up off yo chest
I was supposed to slide that night, I just had left the crest
Me and baby in that Hemmy slidin' to the neck
That was the first night I got up off that Henny
Hurt my heart, I got that call, I dropped to my knees
You was in that hospital, I just couldn't believe
How he say he was yo brother but he didn't squeeze?
Nigga I won't tell a lie, I gotta tell the truth
I was slidin' on them suckas cuz' of sheik n' you
Cuz' if them niggas say they on you then they on me too
Plus you was slidin' on them niggas that was on me too
I remember on my momma, [?] you had that Glock
3.57 out the window when you sent them shots
We was in the Xbox, still slidin' on opps
And ever since the day you died, we been hittin' they block
Not seein' you wit' the gang been trippin' me out
Slidin' wit twenty-two it's Tu I'm thinkin' about
Like, "How these bitch ass niggas really take you out?"
You just wanted that big money and yo bank account
Them last drops that we missed, they hurt Me now
Genuine, bitch I'm anxious to up that count
Heard a lot of niggas talkin' but makin' no sound
Til' his body hit the floor, keep sending these rounds
A nigga coulda' up the score, but broke to his spot
I woulda' ran up in that door if I had some more shots
Stop walkin' Round up in these streets like you somethin' you not
When it was time to blow the heat, you froze on the block
You need a Glock for this trip, or can't get a spot
We be stressin' on the road, been drinkin' a lot
Brodie tried to throw a check, I told him to stop
Everything is on the love for Tu, Ego drop
Last week I dropped some tears for my lil brother
I text moms last night n' told her I love her
It's only right I always keep yo name lit
We slept on the phone together every day, shit
If you send a shot first you know I'm sending shots
Every time I let out shots I know you sending shots
Our last words we had I told you that I'm good
Don't come down the hill unless you feel like I ain't good
But you came down the hill, running for me anyways
It ain't our fault that [?] froze wit his stick
I had to get up out the way so I ain't get hit
Every day I have this same flashback
Why I leave the house and ain't bring both straps?
Why we just ain't drop that nigga when we had the chance?
This just some shit that's never gon' sit right wit me
But I still feel like you here, you living through me
'Nough said, done talkin' bout' this n' bout that
On the love of Tu, skits pulled back to back
My mains said she loves me, told me watch my back
So I can't leave the house without clutchin' straps
Truth be told, I don't fuck wit no niggas
Truth be told, I can't trust me a nigga
And I just coped a new Glock tryna up on a nigga
Y'all know who apply pressure when y'all bumpin a niggas
TuTuWorld on my body buts it's TuTuLand
Can't get gang tatted cuz I'm in a jam
It's shit in me not on me I ain't never ran
Fuck around n' hit a kid for being his mans
