[Verse 1: Rittz]
I come from the slum where punks get jumped
When they run they mouth, fuck a one-on-one
And the gun you brought, pull it out, I dare you
I ain't scared to die, matter fact, I'm prepared to
Last year flew by, thank God
I was thinking I ain't meant to make it out alive
But I did, it was time to devise
Of a plan to return, where do I decide?
Now I act more vicious, rack some more business
Anyone'll get smacked down, fuck friendships
You can have a Men's Fitness subscription
And hit thе gym daily and think you're invincible
When a pistol pulls, sing a diffеrent tune
Than you just did, shoulda never said shit
All the buff guy, tough guy shit just died
Now the paramedics gotta do a deadlift
Shit is in the air, I swear, this young ho
That I know in my sub-division pregnant
She try to play out when I said she gained
I think about her pussy and the punishment it's taken
Heard she moved out of state and she married a vet
He beat her up, pulled the hair on her head
I was smoking with the homie and I asked him
What he thought about it, he said, "It depend what she did"
If you want a gun, hope it isn't hid in the shed
'Cause if there's any grief for the dead they been long gone
And Gwinnett is like a warzone
All the fly shit you're puttin' on got 'em followin' your car home
Not the task force, but the jack boys
They done been to prison once and they ain't afraid to go back
Better lay it down, show 'em where the dope at
You don't wanna end up gettin' toe-tagged
I come from the slum where punks get jumped
When they run they mouth, fuck a one-on-one
And the gun you brought, pull it out, I dare you
I ain't scared to die, matter fact, I'm prepared to
Last year flew by, thank God
I was thinking I ain't meant to make it out alive
But I did, it was time to devise
Of a plan to return, where do I decide?
Now I act more vicious, rack some more business
Anyone'll get smacked down, fuck friendships
You can have a Men's Fitness subscription
And hit thе gym daily and think you're invincible
When a pistol pulls, sing a diffеrent tune
Than you just did, shoulda never said shit
All the buff guy, tough guy shit just died
Now the paramedics gotta do a deadlift
Shit is in the air, I swear, this young ho
That I know in my sub-division pregnant
She try to play out when I said she gained
I think about her pussy and the punishment it's taken
Heard she moved out of state and she married a vet
He beat her up, pulled the hair on her head
I was smoking with the homie and I asked him
What he thought about it, he said, "It depend what she did"
If you want a gun, hope it isn't hid in the shed
'Cause if there's any grief for the dead they been long gone
And Gwinnett is like a warzone
All the fly shit you're puttin' on got 'em followin' your car home
Not the task force, but the jack boys
They done been to prison once and they ain't afraid to go back
Better lay it down, show 'em where the dope at
You don't wanna end up gettin' toe-tagged
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