Heartless Big Hit, Hit-Boy & The Alchemist

[Intro]
The soul needs helping
We have been put in the position somehow
You will be helped
And your soul—

[Verse 1]
Suited up, ready for y'all
Hunnid shot yoppers holdin' steady for y'all
Slang hot balls at bitch niggas and cops
Hit the gate, then I'm off to a whole 'nother block
While the ghetto bird flock, I'm in the house pitchin' rocks
Couple bad bitches, in they mouth is a cock
In my hands, two Glocks, ain't no slippin' at all
Feds hit the door, I'm lettin' off the Dracos
Just so you know, Pasadena ain't safe
I'll put you somewhere quiet if you in need of a break
Only lead is you stank, bitch nigga, I told y'all
Put that one ninety on ya body and scold y'all
Fold you niggas up in the trunks, get kidnapped
March you to the spot, crack the safe and get that
Desert Eagle aimin' straight where your ribs at
If you don't get smoked, end up with that shit pack
A mood, known to leave bitch niggas woozy
Smellin' that aroma straight fire from Uzis
You fuck niggas losin' me, think it's a joke?
Let's go to war and see who survive the gun smoke, uh