21:42 Young Slo-Be (Ft. Bris)

[Intro: Bris]
Ayy
4200 Gang
Ayy
(ThisShitGoRacimo)
Bris
Ayy
Ayy

[Verse 1: Bris & Young Slo-Be]
I'll burn a nigga down 'cause I clutch heat ('Cause I clutch heat)
Catch me on the top of bread like some lunch meat (On the bread)
I did drills and left shells on the front seat (I left lead)
I ain't did skits to the neck, I was one deep (Ayy, It's the gang)

[Verse 2: Young Slo-Be & Bris]
Why he walkin' 'round the bity like he actin' tough? (City, city)
Like a car gettin' detailed, we finna touch him up (Get him, get him)
Sit him in my fuckin' chair so I can line him up (Bah, bah, bah)
Bitch, I'm in the Southeast, nigga, we scared of what? (Ayy)

[Verse 3: Bris]
When you catch 'em by theyself, they always get confused (Always get confused)
I keep stick on the daily, gotta stick and move (Gotta know how to move)
We gon' slide on the opps whether we win or lose (Whether we win or lose)
Whoever out there gon' get it, ain't no pick and choose (That's on the gang)