1-800-cal-trel (gleesh-mix) Lyrics - Fat Trel

[Intro] 

Rosedale, E Street, D Street 

Fuck whoever don't like 

You heard? 

[Chorus] 

I've been in the trap, I've been totin' my iron 

In the kitchen grippin' my nine 

I done put my life on the line, yeah 

I've been gettin' money, ain't really got time 

I put shooters on the opps' line 

They ain't even comin' outside 

We just want a homicide, we just want a homicide 

Somebody gotta die today, somebody got die 

We just want a homicide, we just want a homicide 

Somebody gotta die today, somebody got die 

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[Verse 1] 

When they killed my nigga Swipe, man, it changed my whole life 

Told my nigga Mike Mike everything is alright 

That's when gutta Frank White got it done on sight 

50 round drum, nigga, run for your life 

I'm my mama's last son, so I gotta get it right 

Take a loss, I'ma rob, I'ma get it back tonight, no problem 

Nigga, hell nah, we don't fight 

If I make a body drop, in the mornin', take a flight, that's life 

All these bitches fuckin' for a price, that's right 

Opps came through last night, that was slight 

Can't forget how my niggas spent the Ben on a bike 

You say you a shooter, you know you are not the type 

I've been on the low, I've been watchin' for the Feds 

I've been writin' letters to my niggas in the Feds 

You don't wanna ever make my shooter cut his dreads 

No you can't hang, nigga, you too scared 

Take him to the bridge, let him hang from the ledge 

We gon' get your kid, nigga, all you see is red 

That's just how it is, have you pissin' in the bed 

Crack a real hitter, nigga, that's what I said 

Glock in the Moncler, that's a lot of shots there 

Rest in peace to T, he got shot there 

It's so many killings, how you not scared? 

That's when it was real, you was not there 

I from where they call the bitch the red zone 

Where we like to turn into a dead zone 

Trappin' out the buildin' go tthe bread long 

Two shots to the dome, nigga's head gone 

I'm from where we hit 'em with the remix 

Turn around and take it on some G shit 

Opposition on some police shit 

We gon' hit your block on some creep shit 

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[Chorus] 

I've been in the trap, I've been totin' my iron 

In the kitchen grippin' my nine 

I done put my life on the line, yeah 

I've been gettin' money, ain't really got time 

I put shooters on the opps' line 

They ain't even comin' outside 

We just want a homicide, we just want a homicide 

Somebody gotta die today, somebody got die 

We just want a homicide, we just want a homicide 

Somebody gotta die today, somebody got die