Текст Don Trip – Price Tag

Riding in that Lo-lo with the headlights off
Hop up out that bitch and knock your head right off
There’s a price tag on ya
My young niggas out here hurting

CEO Lil Kenny:
Trip hit me up, said its a price tag on him
Told him he my nigga so I’d do a half out for him
You spend you like 20 than you got insurance on him
I live on the North hoe, better know I got that burner
Chop a bullet like piranha teeth
Squeeze the chopper til it’s under E
Fuck the nigga, said he fronted me
Fifty niggas that’s 100 feet
And we was playing Chess in the cell niggas still wanna get in front of me
That freaky ass bitch that he laying with every night lick the ball from underneath
I wrote a check and they garnish me
Got college girls, ya they honor me
Last year they making fun of me
Now I’m having a lot of monies
Pour it down in the cemetery
Trip go ahead hit the headlights
Chopper swinging red dot, almost had to stab the Deer in the headlights
Pockets flat but I leave ’em flatter
I want his head put it on the platter
I want his picture here on every channel

Riding in that Lo-lo with the headlights off
Hop up out that bitch and knock your head right off
There’s a price tag on ya
My young niggas out here hurting
All up in the cub with the ice all on him
Hit him with the heat
?
There’s a price tag on ya
My young niggas out here hurting

Don Trip:
I’m so, I’m so, I’m so with the shit
Don’t make me prove it
Gave my young nigga about two hundred, he went and bought an Uzi
Tried to talk some sense into ’em
«Brah, these streets ain’t worth your life»
He like, «Trip how you gonna talk you got two pistols
and a Knife and I hear everything you write.
You’d gun a nigga down and you won’t think twice.»
I couldn’t do nothing but nod my head to what he was saying cause he was right
I got that hammer like I’m Fix-It Felix
Hope to never need it but if push comes to shove than you’re gonna get to meet Jesus
And I’m gonna get to go home to my babies
We probably watch Frozen, we might even read it
And you catch a bullet like open receivers and I plant the ball til they give me the needle
And I’d be lying if I said I was sorry
Go take a trip to the Justice Department and tell ’em it’s time to feed these children
They out here starving, they out here robbin’
Out here killing each other for robbin’s
They out here shooting, y’all out here marching
Obviously there’s a problem, how’d you think picket signs are gonna solve it
We live in the jungle, everyday is hunting season
Even a lion becomes prey to hunger hyenas
Let that sink in
Godspeed

Riding in that Lo-lo with the headlights off
Hop up out that bitch and knock your head right off
There’s a price tag on ya
My young niggas out here hurting
All up in the cub with the ice all on him
Hit him with the heat
?
There’s a price tag on ya
My young niggas out here hurting