Civilians (Pt. 2) 410 (Ft. BT (410), Rendo, Rudez & YS (410))

[Intro]
TR On The Beat
Bow, bow
Ay

[Verse 1: BT]
Some subliminal shots from civilian niggas
Civilian opps, civilian snitches
Like, man ah just sound like squads, some dumb little bitches
No face, no trace
These latex gloves will handle the heat like mittens
Man see a opp, man see a opp, man drill him
Fill it to the brim, man fill it
Had man running like chickens
Jump in the juice, leaving his shoes
Moving like the shoes didn't fit
Jump out the coupé, one for the yute
Moving like you weren't in bits

[Verse 2: Rendo]
Fill it to the top, man fill it
Run a man down with a blade
And man ah take bones out your back like fillet
Young boy spill juice
And when you come back to the ends, man bill it
Boom, bow, man did it
And if he ain't down with the 4's, man drill it
Niggas can't beef squad, niggas can't beef gang
How you gonna talk about guns
And when I stuff corn in my gun, man ran
Mummy out, blacked out windows, shotgun
Couldn't see who's in the van
Live corn don't jam
Man ah just boomed of his door like gang