Tri-Parish Announcement Lyrics

I got niggas hatin', bitches hatin' I'ma address them all, just be patient

Walk 'em down like I'm Jason , Inside the foreign, feelin' spacious

Hit his face, leave him faceless Closed casket , closed cases

Bad bitch, but she basic And I only love her when she naked

Last nigga tried to snake me Family singin' amazing graces

In my city, niggas hate me at my trap trappers waitin'

I got niggas that I never even served , Askin for a front on their world

Nigga, this the shit, it's a turd The brain you got belongs to a bird

I was the nigga in the hood, need help , Fell off, I had to go get it myself

Never complained, sucked up my game Ain't never bitch about the cards I was dealt

CEOs won't fuck with me , But they too scared, I'm too much of a risk

Well, go and fuck your money up then The niggas y'all invest in, be shit

Quarter brick, half a brick Whole brick, thirty-six, that's a hundred

forty-four quarters They in town but come from cross the border

Land in Texas, Cali, and Florida , Popeye's, I can take a nigga order

Soft I can whip it till it's harder , fork

Baking soda and water, And I'm sick of all these local hoes

shittin' on these local rappers If y'all had y'all shit together

What a nigga doin' wouldn't even matter And look at all these bitch niggas

Dick ridin', suckin' dick niggas Actin' just like women too

They need to sit down when they piss , nigga Type of nigga get on the internet

Discourage and soldier hate Real nigga gon' speak positive

Support a nigga and motivate , Got niggas from my own hood

Don't even wanna share my shit , But get up up on Facebook

See a pic, then share my bitch You know I don't do no fake shit

So I ain't got no flaws yet, She said she don't fuck with fat niggas

Well, how I got the bitch's drawers wet? I fucked the bitch, she called my phone

I ain't answer for her or call back , Bad bitch but her pussy garbage

And she be thinkin' she all that, Security let us in the back door

Cause they be knowin' we all strapped And I don't believe in these rap niggas

Cause they ain't slidin' for they dogs yet And I don't fuck with my city Artist

The nigga they call big dog a rat And I don't got no beef with him

I just had to state small facts My ex called me tryna fuck

I told the bitch she could keep her nut She cheated on me with her boyfriend

I told the nigga he could keep the slut My ex called me tryna fuck

I told the bitch she could keep Her nut She cheated on me with her boyfriend

And I told the nigga he could keep a the slut

You know, baby click savage bound murda gang

Head baby, lionel Duncan , that's me Murder gang, head babby , you know

I'm from that dale where it's real Where niggas and bitches get killed, yeah

True story like the mixtape