Send Me To Hell If I Tell lyrics

[Intro]
Gang
Talk to the folks, gon' get your ass spilled n*gga, on EBG n*gga, don't play with that sh*t (Rrah)
Babylife, gang, yeah, bandgang
They know how they n*gga (Yeah)
Keep your mouth close n*gga (In and out)
Ten toes n*gga, ten toes down (Huh?)
Stay true

[Verse 1]
Send me to hell if I talk to police
Get the lo' then I'm dippin' off to the back street
Grab the glizzy and shoot give a f*ck 'bout no beat
I'm a real trap n*gga keep that sh*t in the street
And I brung that ho 'round, now her hoe pus*y is weak
Man that boy up to some he don't trust a tree
In the trap with the gang kickin' sh*t in these cleats
Man I shoot that b*tch up, b*tch you better not peak
Better not pеak, gang, yeah
My clippers is so fulled of thеm hollow tips
I'm in the back of the alleyway poppin' sh*t
They tried to lock me and I took out the locksmith
If 12 behind me, put the Glock in the c*ckpit
Spanish b*tch and then she say she love Netflix
She said she love me but I already read this (Read that)
Me and Velly on Columbia Drive
Tryna catch us a opp but he won't come outside, he scared
Pop out that cut like "b*tch who there?" (Who there?)
GDK died, Y f*ck Pooh Bear
And he ain't finna pop sh*t, f*ck who stare (On God)
Glizzy for glizzy, let make this fair
And don't come to the trap man I wish you would dare
And she f*ck with the kid bring that ho to my lair
Put that di*k on her, I slay her
I break that ho down and she think I might pay her
Fell in love with the streets, n*gga, let's be fair
And she said she can't stand me I gave her a chair
And I let that ho go, what the f*ck do I care?
And I came from the hood I'on even wanna share
Gave my ho to my bro know I kept that sh*t player
Bought some Polo boxers put the glizzy in there
I got bodies with me fly with pigeons in here
Got a IG model, let me pull on her hair
I beat the pack up then I get the sh*t out of here
I'on need no dam help, I'm rocking by myself
I ain't talkin' 'bout no trophy, put you on that shelf
Know some homies not right but I beheaded left
And that 4CH Solid sh*t that life or death
And the Gucci protect me from the Fendi belt (On gang)
[Bridge]
Yeah, yeah, grind with no set, weapons (Babylife)
I ride with protection ('Tection)
Know I keep .30's and weapons (Glocks)
Slide with the TECs (TECs)
Smith & Wesson (Gang)
Play with us then we get reckless (Reckless)
Slide the dimension (Gang)
Slide with that Glock, ain't no pressure (Huh?)

[Verse 2]
Protected by killers, them boys in the hood
If he talk to police he gon' catch 'em a slug
He ain't walk threw the cut 'cause he knew what it was
I f*ck on these b*tches don't do the love
And my pack prolly fat as a pug
She don't what to do, then she shrug
Only person I figure the judge
Free Shotta25 that's my blood
Go.Unna with me that my clud
Got the fire straight out the mud
Got the Henny in here, we gon' chug
Put the glizzy up under the rug
And I'm with my lil' Babylife like 42 Dugg
We go back to trap take a look at my mug
Another headshot to his eye make him run
Please dont try EBG 'cause we all got guns
My glizzy to hot took that sh*t out the sun
My pull out game crazy b*tch that ain't my son (Gang)