Trailing ft. 4Murda Lyrics

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Yo, Marty, you in there

Bitch we trailing back-to-back black trucks like the mafia

The gang hit the building, bitches screaming like they proud of us

They all tryna fuck cause they know we got them dollars

We ain't wearing 10K around this bitch, that shit embarrassing

Tell my niggas hit the scene, make a movie, roll the credits in

Spin around the block one more time and bring the seconds in

Them niggas tryna hide when it's beef, we going next to Kin

Shoot with the left and the right, I'm Ambidextrous

Extortion gang come for the pickup, yeah, he ain't getting up

If he try to act tough, guttas gon' flip him up

They come in there asking them questions, just keep your lips shut

Make her put it in my hands, all bands want the big bucks

Switch uh get um gone he call then stand over him

Big gang in the cut, no questions asked they gon' blow for me

Sliding back-to-back, KIA, they can't get a hold of me

Jacking anything I'm cut through, they gon' notice me

Niggas see me and get to running, rocket mode, I'm chasing after money

Really ran through a hunnid and I ain't fronting

Stack after stack, gon' keep it coming

If you wanna be a body, get in front of me

Sending out all bullets till it ain't none

Swear these niggas ain't no none

You ain't never really hopped out and got to shooting

You ain't stepping, you don't really got no bodies under your shoe

Niggas say they all tough, I done chased a whole crew

When I hop out, nigga, bet not slip and fall or he threw

Man, these niggas moving fragile, quick to delete them like a status

It ain't close to get up on me, niggas knowin' I ain't average

Hard body, I hang with savage have My YMS get at you

We ain't totin' lil' shit, all my niggas totin' cannos

Back door the plug for some bands, he ain't know it was me

Give it up, if he move, we gon' finish him

Weez An Durvy on standby one call they blitzin' him, Yella An Nitty gang member

Diss that name, we gon' hit him

Diss them niggas we coming to get em

Sending' shells for King, Yella, and Nitty

Switched out the 30, now the switch got a 50

Kno, I keep my youngins with me

Ain't even got a point, they just go get it

If he try to prove his point, we gon' split em

GTA, I'm on a mission

Niggas steady dissin', end up missin

Mind on a million, I ain't stoppin' till I get it

Shotta gang we steady gettin' it

My trigger finger itchin

Caught a opp slippin in traffic

K-Bullets flippin

Hollow tips left em cripple

I got more smoke than a missile

Ain't give em a chance to run he just saw this gun when we zipped um

We still do this shit for fun

I'm with Durvy in my Zilla

Tell a nigga, test his luck

He gon' see them real killers