[Intro]
Yeah, you know how we comin'
Free FTO, nigga, yeah
(Red, that ho so fuckin' bumpin', bro)
Yeah, I'm still stuntin' and stealin'
[Chorus]
I brought a hundred out to the 'jects
I put a silencer up on the TEC (Pew, pew, pew)
My nigga shootin' shit without a net (Yeah)
I'm standin' frontline without a vest
After I touched, nigga, I put the test
My nigga crankin' up a TRX
We hit the gas, nigga got a kit (Kit full)
Some nigga was masked, I got him blitzed, fully
Bump on your block, my nigga make a mess
Fuck a nigga gang, this shit come from Sett (Fuck your gang)
Linkin' with niggas don't make you a threat (Make you no threat)
This fully chopper smack, make shit spread
This .308 knock a chunk out his head (Noodles)
We beefin' with niggas, thеy already dead (Dead-ass niggas)
Wе creepin' from Raleigh to Frayser (Yeah), we smokin' on Bezzal (I know 'bout Bezzal), you still be lookin' for Ced (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Come down Tate, nigga, do what you said (Do what you said)
No rap, no fakin', lil' cuh real scared (Cap-ass nigga)
Back-to-back spinnin', got bread on they head (Spin on them)
Back smackin' on shit for speakin' on my deads (Speakin' on my niggas)
You catch him, smack him, nothin' else said
C4s or better, Draco or ten-milli'
Every time somethin' happen, my gang get mentioned (Get a mention)
Niggas workin' ATF up in the trenches (Trenches-ass nigga)
I'm chuckin' the trey, but the four we bendin' (I don't bend the three)
Out of bounds, nigga, we catch him, we blitz him (Dump 'em off)
Back door, when we runnin', we lookin' for Ricky (No Ricky)
Stop all that cappin', you ain't doin' no spinnin' (4K)
Who you smackin' there? Niggas ain't hittin' (Ain't hit nobody)
I signed for an M in the trenches (Gucci Mane)
I put a bag on your bitches (Blew that shit)
I'd rather do it myself, though (It's Crook)
Yeah, you know how we comin'
Free FTO, nigga, yeah
(Red, that ho so fuckin' bumpin', bro)
Yeah, I'm still stuntin' and stealin'
[Chorus]
I brought a hundred out to the 'jects
I put a silencer up on the TEC (Pew, pew, pew)
My nigga shootin' shit without a net (Yeah)
I'm standin' frontline without a vest
After I touched, nigga, I put the test
My nigga crankin' up a TRX
We hit the gas, nigga got a kit (Kit full)
Some nigga was masked, I got him blitzed, fully
Bump on your block, my nigga make a mess
Fuck a nigga gang, this shit come from Sett (Fuck your gang)
Linkin' with niggas don't make you a threat (Make you no threat)
This fully chopper smack, make shit spread
This .308 knock a chunk out his head (Noodles)
We beefin' with niggas, thеy already dead (Dead-ass niggas)
Wе creepin' from Raleigh to Frayser (Yeah), we smokin' on Bezzal (I know 'bout Bezzal), you still be lookin' for Ced (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Come down Tate, nigga, do what you said (Do what you said)
No rap, no fakin', lil' cuh real scared (Cap-ass nigga)
Back-to-back spinnin', got bread on they head (Spin on them)
Back smackin' on shit for speakin' on my deads (Speakin' on my niggas)
You catch him, smack him, nothin' else said
C4s or better, Draco or ten-milli'
Every time somethin' happen, my gang get mentioned (Get a mention)
Niggas workin' ATF up in the trenches (Trenches-ass nigga)
I'm chuckin' the trey, but the four we bendin' (I don't bend the three)
Out of bounds, nigga, we catch him, we blitz him (Dump 'em off)
Back door, when we runnin', we lookin' for Ricky (No Ricky)
Stop all that cappin', you ain't doin' no spinnin' (4K)
Who you smackin' there? Niggas ain't hittin' (Ain't hit nobody)
I signed for an M in the trenches (Gucci Mane)
I put a bag on your bitches (Blew that shit)
I'd rather do it myself, though (It's Crook)
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