T-Pain Follow

Woo, yeah, yeah, aye
Woo, forgive me, Father
Dear Heavenly Father

Ah
(Aye)
Yeah, yeah
Trap
(Aye)
Trap, trap, trap

Aye
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Aye
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Follow my ghetto commandments
You goin' to really see the way that I handle
You goin' to be the fuck around
Or you goin' to get fucked up

It's kill or be killed
Get buck or get fucked up, nigga
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9, hit it one more time
Follow my ghetto commandments
Follow my ghetto commandments

The run around, the rap around
You talk, then you walk, Me? I'm shuttin' down
See me and the pigs, we don't fuck around
That snitchin' in the hood, let me break that down

They do theirs, we do ours, understand me?
I'm blued up, crippin' with my family
And we don't give a fuck about the PO's, the CO's
Because we know that we goes, then do time in parole

Now I'm back up on the block at night shift
Stack on a Glock, I'm cockin' it
Back in the block and you know I'm coppin' it
Shoebox full of money with a sock in it
And we celebratin' the ghetto by poppin' it

So no champagne or Cristal
Machine guns or pistols, blat, hood shit
Like that? Game over, see in my hood we crip or dip
So follow me, follow me, follow me
On some gangster shit, you bitch

Follow my ghetto commandments
You goin' to really see the way that I handle
You goin' to be the fuck around
Or you goin' to get fucked up

It's kill or be killed
Get buck or get fucked up, nigga
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9, hit it one more time
Follow my ghetto commandments
Follow my ghetto commandments

They say thou shall not talk, thou shall not speak
Thou shall bow in the presence of a G
I spray mace in a bad boy's eye
Leave his shit all puffy so thou shall not see

Thou shall not smile, thou shall never his teeth
I'll paint thou or thou shall repeat
Thou shall not
(Thou shall not)

Bitch, I said don't talk
Shoot you in your ass, head and feet
Now how you goin' to walk?
I'm sick in the head, I piss in the bed
Hop up out the ocean, I leave the fisherman red

So much blood on the set, the cops hollerin' out "Soo woo"
Bitch, I'm from New Orleans, you know I know that Fruit Loop
IPod blastin' 2Pac, yeah, hit them up
Chow down, spit them up, black bag, get them up

Call the chef tonight, we havin' sinners for dinner
Ain't no wallets in the hood, so I ain't talkin' about Twitter
And I say

Follow my ghetto commandments
You goin' to really see the way that I handle
You goin' to be the fuck around
Or you goin' to get fucked up

It's kill or be killed
Get buck or get fucked up, nigga
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9, hit it one more time
Follow my ghetto commandments
Follow my ghetto commandments

Nigga first of all, I'm the first and last
You just the first to fall, I'm just the first to blast
You want to curse us all? Then I'ma have to curse your ass
And leave you in the park underneath a bunch of dirt and grass

I'm the only me but I'm the first to bust
And you the first victim, quenchin' my thirst for blood
Trust me, homie, you don't want to go to work for us
I'll turn you hook to ashes and turn your burst to dust
Tell me the difference between love and lust
Because I love the love but I'm in love with lust

Walk up to your bitch and tell her I would love to cut
And when them devils come up
Leave the crack in the crack of her butt
Make her lay down in the back of a back of a truck

And when she come up like a squirrel
She just askin' for nuts
24's on my caddy, I'm just asked for putt
So when you come up in my trap, you're just askin' for us

Follow my ghetto commandments
You goin' to really see the way that I handle
You goin' to be the fuck around
Or you goin' to get fucked up

It's kill or be killed
Get buck or get fucked up, nigga
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9, hit it one more time
Follow my ghetto commandments
Follow my ghetto commandments