[Verse 1: Kutt Calhoun]
Just got word one of the closest homies was murked
Right before Christmas with a dome shot and left with the purse
Then bleed him dry, [?] left him dead in the dirt
So when it hits this close to home it's time to run up the [?]
They keep their ears wide open 'cause bitch niggas like to brag
Tryna impress these hoes is what's gonna get a nigga bagged
50 guns on the north, and 50 guns on the east
Put a distress signal up, and now it's funkin' in the streets
Tip a nigga's resume, we find out where his mama and his sister lay
[?] up in case before the pistol play?
Send out the word that his family might not make it through tomorrow
If he don't come up out of hiding by the morning
Smart man, the nigga showed his face by
Six o'clock AM and tryna clame that it was self defence
Ate him apart, and left his body on the block drenched
Send a message to his clique sayin'
[Chorus: Kutt Calhoun]
You don't wanna funk at all, you know
Bitch niggas, we [?] make your block bleed
I snatch your house, and we will not leave
Killas at your home [?], you know
The mortuaries got you scared, you [?] seen
[?] freshly quick steam
You don't wanna funk at all, you know
Bitch niggas, we [?] make your block bleed
I snatch your house, and we will not leave
Killas at your home [?], you know
The mortuaries got you scared, you [?] seen
[?] freshly quick steam
Just got word one of the closest homies was murked
Right before Christmas with a dome shot and left with the purse
Then bleed him dry, [?] left him dead in the dirt
So when it hits this close to home it's time to run up the [?]
They keep their ears wide open 'cause bitch niggas like to brag
Tryna impress these hoes is what's gonna get a nigga bagged
50 guns on the north, and 50 guns on the east
Put a distress signal up, and now it's funkin' in the streets
Tip a nigga's resume, we find out where his mama and his sister lay
[?] up in case before the pistol play?
Send out the word that his family might not make it through tomorrow
If he don't come up out of hiding by the morning
Smart man, the nigga showed his face by
Six o'clock AM and tryna clame that it was self defence
Ate him apart, and left his body on the block drenched
Send a message to his clique sayin'
[Chorus: Kutt Calhoun]
You don't wanna funk at all, you know
Bitch niggas, we [?] make your block bleed
I snatch your house, and we will not leave
Killas at your home [?], you know
The mortuaries got you scared, you [?] seen
[?] freshly quick steam
You don't wanna funk at all, you know
Bitch niggas, we [?] make your block bleed
I snatch your house, and we will not leave
Killas at your home [?], you know
The mortuaries got you scared, you [?] seen
[?] freshly quick steam
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