Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Allegations, artist - BIG30Date of issue: 01.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Allegations |
| Man, this shit here crazy, stupid bitches say we killed my nigga |
| Say they caught him slippin', in south Memphis I was somewhere seekin' |
| Know how we get down and how we kick it, facts, you know the business |
| Had some up and downs and up some guns this shit got kind of wicked |
| Now I’m out in traffic by myself, I don’t know who to trust |
| This Glock got my back, Draco with me, clutchin' on every truck |
| I’ma keep on smashin', keep yo name alive and post you up |
| Bitches wanna fuck 'cause I’m above, my feelings in my nuts |
| Swervin' through the city in this Scat, I got 'bout fifty on me |
| Opps tryna sic bitches on me, carbon, it got 'bout sixty on it |
| Ever since I lost Taydoe, been creepin' with the kitchen homie |
| Cold heart Crippin', like I’m Gunna, bitch, I’m drippin' on 'em |
| Trappin' out a vacant with no neighbor, tryna get it in |
| .357 came with eight shots, I’m tryna let off ten |
| The plug say he gon' stop sending the bows, we keep stretchin' his friend |
| Well, little do he know, his ass next when soon as we meet again |
| Jason hit my phone, like they just booked me for 'bout twenty racks |
| Chop that shit in half &send off a ten, he send me twenty back |
| The streets say we got ether, keep on droppin', this shit hit like crack |
| And we the ones who started slimin' out with choppas in the Scat |
| I know what it feel like, take this, make sure this pill right |
| Three to the chest, one to the neck, I bet that boy don’t heal right |
| I keep popping all these pills 'cause I like what it feel like |
| And don’t think that I’m slippin', try your luck, you gon' get killed twice |
| Uh-oh, here come Mr. Shiesty, I’m who they can’t wait to see |
| Active in them streets, when shit go down, they quick to say it’s me |
| Waitin' on my response, but all I got to say is keep a G |
| Ain’t so sense in speakin' on the dead, but may he rest in peace |
| Can’t change what they feel like, grab the Drac', I don’t feel right |
| Customizing Glocks like Call of Duty, what your kills like? |
| Niggas havin' secret smoke, they don’t want to bring to the light |
| Ain’t putting them people in the biz, but we chopped it the same night |
| Can’t compare us to them singing niggas, we the drill type |
| Been put down that basketball to go see what the field like |
| If I ever took from you before, I could of did it twice |
| Creepin' through the night, I’m not a thief, but I’ll steal your life (Blrrd, |
| blrrd, blrrd) |
| You heard that sound? |
| That mean that came from us |
| Fuck this rappin' shit, I’m quick as fuck to go get suited up |
| It’s only two niggas that played with us, but then they knew what’s up |
| Every time we found out where they be, we came through shootin' it up, |
| on God (Blrrd) |
| And all you other niggas hoes, strapped with the shell catchers,. |
| 38 and snub nose |
| I’m high speedin' from helicopters, police tried to block the road |
| If I pull over today, you might not see me 'til I’m old |