[Intro]
(Smoke)
[Verse 1: Bway Yungy]
I only stand on business
That be murder, lil' bitch, you trippin'
I can't fuck with these niggas
Can't fuck with me, gon' be a killin'
I got youngins in them trenches
I got Glocks with extensions
I got steppers 'bout business
Fuck the witness, watch the children
[Chorus: Bway Yungy]
I thought I told you, I'm a real soldier
Mans down, do my creep out, I ain't goin' inside 'til I fold one
I thought I told you, I'm a real soldier
War wounds on my body, when we step, shit get stood over
[Verse 2: Quando Rondo]
Yeah
I thought I told you, big Glock like fuck a holster
Ayy, whole hundred shots when I flip through the town, Lul Timm in the back in the Rolls truck
Walk up in court smellin' just like a pound with a thirty round in my coat, tucked
The youngin' gon' jump out and hit up his home after dark, 'bout four somethin'
Bullet proof that Rover Range
Who is you? I don't know your name
Straight drop, pure cocaine
My whole block claim Jumpout Gang
I'ma need me a Perky to hit from the back, where lil' shorty be at? She could get the business
Nigga say he gon' murk me, I ride with the MAC in my lap, if I catch 'em, you know he get it
All on a Thursday, I stacked up a whole hundred racks, then I went and seen a dentist
Empty the thirty, you run up on us, then it's, "Blatt," I cannot leave a witness
You can't name an opp that ain't gone
We gon' stain the block, I can't go
Red eye with your same four
Dead, gotta put the bank on
(Smoke)
[Verse 1: Bway Yungy]
I only stand on business
That be murder, lil' bitch, you trippin'
I can't fuck with these niggas
Can't fuck with me, gon' be a killin'
I got youngins in them trenches
I got Glocks with extensions
I got steppers 'bout business
Fuck the witness, watch the children
[Chorus: Bway Yungy]
I thought I told you, I'm a real soldier
Mans down, do my creep out, I ain't goin' inside 'til I fold one
I thought I told you, I'm a real soldier
War wounds on my body, when we step, shit get stood over
[Verse 2: Quando Rondo]
Yeah
I thought I told you, big Glock like fuck a holster
Ayy, whole hundred shots when I flip through the town, Lul Timm in the back in the Rolls truck
Walk up in court smellin' just like a pound with a thirty round in my coat, tucked
The youngin' gon' jump out and hit up his home after dark, 'bout four somethin'
Bullet proof that Rover Range
Who is you? I don't know your name
Straight drop, pure cocaine
My whole block claim Jumpout Gang
I'ma need me a Perky to hit from the back, where lil' shorty be at? She could get the business
Nigga say he gon' murk me, I ride with the MAC in my lap, if I catch 'em, you know he get it
All on a Thursday, I stacked up a whole hundred racks, then I went and seen a dentist
Empty the thirty, you run up on us, then it's, "Blatt," I cannot leave a witness
You can't name an opp that ain't gone
We gon' stain the block, I can't go
Red eye with your same four
Dead, gotta put the bank on
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