Trued Up Lyrics

Trued Up lyrics

[Jayo Felony]

And if he goes come at me foul

I'll bust him in they bowels

For this rag fo mag bitch get shit bag

Watch me hit this fag for this sag

With this, til I die

Cripple cry

Mr. Nice Guy's dead

It's end hood

To the heart and it's 4 7's to the head

They could be strapped

I got strapped

You see its only one thing

I got this strap and they ain't goin for none of that

Comprehend like you the one who just end your career here

When the bullet hits your collar bone

You know it's like fuck a career

I drink a beer over your soul

Motherfucker rich roll

Catch you and your man slippin cuz and fuck up your stroll cuz

And its just how these hoodstas rolls

Talkin about is he a blood or is he a crip

Nigga I'll sock that faggot in his big ass lips



[Hook]

Put a straight jacket on me, cause I'm throwing a tantrum

And all the crips across the world, y'all gon' sing this anthem



[Chorus: repeat 2X]

We stay, trued up, blued up

True phat laces, true blue chucks

We crippin till we die cuz and will shoot you up

Cop a 38 for the G-homie that used to shoot up



[Jayo Felony]

I'm like

N to the H to the deep blue sea

Anyone of y'all who comes against me be D-E-A-D

And the only Jay I know is Bullet Loco

Nigga, J-A-Y-O for sure F-E-L-O

N-Y-C me then die he be

Sitting up biting niggas hits

Then acting like he da shit

But see all y'all marks and bustas gonna give me my respect

When you see this big ass C hanging and dangling from my neck

You're like the lion from The Wizard of Oz, he ain't hard

It's West coast in line if you think we ain't hard

Where you think the khakis the jumps

saggin the blue and red rags come from

We made it up ya dum-dum

Y'all niggas avoiding me now like a flat ass Sprite

Ya bitch loves this crip dick I'm serving that ass right



[Hook]



[Chorus]



[Jayo Felony]

I been trained to escape death, like double-oh-seven

You can coke ya dope lope nope it's four seven

And its some thirsty ass sharks out here

But you know well, they schooled ya

Like don't go too far from your hotel there

They like don't go past that Fat Burger

On Lafiyania, them niggas a jack you

You bitch too, body guard and manager

You wake up in a cold sweat

And never leave the house

Everything you eat got a funny taste

Like that barrel in your mouth

Cuz get them riches

And hit them bitches

Got riders in ya videos and can't hit them switches

So take ya funny ass raps ya girl and ya boyfriend

And get the fuck up outta town

Cuz them niggas are poison

And they know not to fuck with the bullet loco

I'm from the East Side

Rollin 4-0



[Hook]



[Chorus]



BITCH {*echoing*