Last Day In - Fat Trel

Niggas really let they opps walk around em

Some shit I don’t understand

And they really said he use to be official

Till he got on a stand

Took a oath then he raised his right hand

Told on his man

Everybody know it ain’t nowhere to go

Till you go and get him out dat jam

2 to da head this a FaceTime shot

This a baseline shot

See come and look at this drake I got

Imma chase my opp

Walk a nigga down in Balenciagas

That’s a designer shot

Fucking wit me you can’t find a thot

You know it’s us when them bodies drop

Stepping on niggas and stepping on bitches

I rap Fa set I been steppin wit pistols

This tec to his neck, if you move Imma hit you

Might just pull up in a vett just to get you a issue

Put this heat to his cheek, this choppa will kiss you

Run with da doctor, body prescription

I’m not a pastor, this shit a scripture

I might just fuck that lil bitch in a fiscal

Too many heats, who wanna beef

Come to northeast and pull up on my street

I shoot a nigga in front of his peps

Then fly outta town wit a freak to da beach

G19 I’m gon up wit glesh

And that bitch holdin a 50 at least

I don’t give a fuck if a nigga deceased

We really get em for 20 a piece

Niggas really let they opps walk around em

Some shit I don’t understand

And they really said he use to be official

Till he got on a stand

Took a oath then he raised his right hand

Told on his man

Everybody know it ain’t nowhere to go

Till you go and get him out dat jam

Walk a nigga down in Balenciagas

That’s a designer shot

You know it’s us when them bodies drop

(Say what?)

Too many heats, who wanna beef

Come to northeast and pull up on my street