Put Em On A Shirt Lyrics

[Intro: CalBoy]
Oh oh, oh oh
Yeah yeah yeah
Oh oh
DrumGod

[Chorus: CalBoy]
I'm tripping hard cause my nigga gone
And everyday it's getting worse
My brother died on a Sunday
He should've been in church
We gon die in the trap house
I was whippin' up the work
On the block with them Glocks out
We might put them on a shirt
I'm tripping hard cause my nigga gone
And everyday it's getting worse
My brother died on a Sunday
He should've been in church
We gon die in the trap house
I was whippin' up the work
On the block with them Glocks out
We might put them on a shirt

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
Sware to god I never pay for a shooter
Free my dog, lord knows I can't lose you
[?] you a new you
It's a ly, the money made me coo-coo
Hints in the streets like a billboard
Street money, niggas will kill for it
Baggette AP, I payed a deal for it
500 K, this the big boy
I heard you seen an Opp, and you froze up
Me, I got the Drako in the Roles' trunk
Soon as I send the Tech, know I rolls up
Nigga got beef, know I show up
I never forget the shit that OG niggas told me
Reppin the rap game cause [?]
Keepin' it gangsta, niggas know we the culture
RIP Sausa, we lost a soldier
Pack came on a monday
Feds busted on a Tuesday
Nobody knew that the pack came
But my nigga [?]
He switched up once the money came
That's the quickest way to lose me
They only coming when the beef on
I really think he tryna use me
[Chorus: CalBoy]
I'm tripping hard cause my nigga gone
And everyday it's getting worse
My brother died on a Sunday
He should've been in church
We gon die in the trap house
I was whippin' up the work
On the block with them Glocks out
We might put them on a shirt I'm tripping hard cause my nigga gone
And everyday it's getting worse
My brother died on a Sunday
He should've been in church
We gon die in the trap house
I was whippin' up the work
On the block with them Glocks out
We might put them on a shirt

[Verse 2: CalBoy]
Rest in peace to my dead homies, I be singing them sad songs
I [?] mad strong
I get high till I head home
I remember them days we were doing them dead wrongs
Boy you best keep your head on
[?] it's a red zone
I got a few packs, put my mans on
I learned how to trap, I was hands on
Moved the keys for the first time
I'm a young [?]
Sware to god this life wanna make you [?]
Nigga got the chopper [?]
I be slanging bricks and butter
And I'm from the streets, so I had to pick the gun up
[?] cause I'm always [?]
My dogs working hard till the sun up
How you change on your mans, you so dirty?
[?] hit you with 2 30's
Imma be a man, so don't worry
I put my trust in these bands, they won't hurt me
Only smoking exotic gass, my eyes blery
I just poured a 4 with my mans, so I'm slery
I just did the didgital dash, so I'm swerving
I just had a talk with my mans, hope he heard me
[Chorus: CalBoy]
I'm tripping hard cause my nigga gone
And everyday it's getting worse
My brother died on a Sunday
He should've been in church
We gon die in the trap house
I was whippin' up the work
On the block with them Glocks out
We might put them on a shirt
I'm tripping hard cause my nigga gone
And everyday it's getting worse
My brother died on a Sunday
He should've been in church
We gon die in the trap house
I was whippin' up the work
On the block with them Glocks out
We might put them on a shirt

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