Sewed Up

Lyrics

[Intro] Zaytoven What's up Zay? Uh, this how niggas live and shit I just be tellin' what niggas be goin' through [Verse 1] I got a real low number on some pure weight The feds out early so we movin' late Thirty bands on the lawyer, I went through a case And them Glocks they paranoia, they go through ya face These niggas wearing aluminum fool, all their jewelry fake And I wore two condoms, bitch you can't be late When that .223 hit, gotta get amputated These rappers fakin' and man these niggas livin' in they imaginations If you a rate must get exterminated, I'm stocked up like the terminator Bitch say she never fuck, fuck her you'll be burnin' later Dirty bitches, I don't want 'em, I'm only worried 'bout the paper Bitch, see you later, send tips like you a waiter Every bullet count, not one get wasted [Chorus] We throwin' it up, we got all the gas and the guns All this weight on my back, man it feel like a ton I'm 20 years old with two sons If you the game, we gon' hunt We done bought us Saint Laurent Bullets eat him like he lunch Shooters posted in the back and the front Cook a lot of yola, if I do not know you Murder game, sick, ebola I'm workin' like a motor Sewed up, I got it sewed up I make the trap blow up I got the streets sewed up [Verse 2] I make the trap blow up Heroin blow your arms up I just picked the bomb up Work so good, you need to get you one Get you one then flip you one Money come, decisions come Should I spare 'em, should I kill 'em And I'ma kill 'em, that nigga done Put that bread on his head, that nigga done I could finesse the panties off a nun I might finesse a nigga just for nothin' Sold out from the suburbs to the slums Dick in her throat, watch the bitch hum Largo Road where I'm from Before I leave the house, bitch I load the drum Ain't tryna get no money, you a bum [Chorus] We throwin' it up, we got all the gas and the guns All this weight on my back, man it feel like a ton I'm 20 years old with two sons If you the game, we gon' hunt We done bought us Saint Laurent Bullets eat him like he lunch Shooters posted in the back and the front Cook a lot of yola, if I do not know you Murder game, sick, ebola I'm workin' like a motor Sewed up, I got it sewed up I make the trap blow up I got the streets sewed up (bitch)