(Flavy got this one, hoe)
(Spancy be making heats, on God)
My hands gettin' hot from all this war, it ain't gon' stop, uh-huh (Oh)
My hands gettin' hot from all this (Uh-huh), uh-uh, ah, yeah (Ah)
My hands gettin' hot from all this war, it ain't gon' stop (Uh-uh)
I don't feel no love for dude, I heard he choked, so he got shot (Shot)
Ain't no back doorin' my blood 'cause all my bloods be all I got (Uh)
We gon' switch the plates and chase your ass if we can't find the opp (Oh, uh-uh)
I said come train for this Gen, just wait 'til you find out we live
He got caught gettin' drunk with hoes, just wait 'til you find out he fried (Yeah, he done)
Shootouts be so often, I kill, this my seventh time alive (Uh, uh)
Far as I'm concerned, if you can't shoot, you can't know how to drive (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
We kill many men, we jump out SRTs and minivans (Yeah, uh)
I got lil' boys that'll kill your ass to get they weed again (Yeah, uh, uh, uh)
Goofy shoot up houses, ain't hit shit but doors and ceilin' fans
We send shit to God, you ain't on shit 'til you catch B again (Yeah, uh)
I'm out late in traffic, dolo with me, cool, let's make it happen (Uh, uh, yeah)
Ain't no sugar coatin' to jumpin' out 'cause all this shit get graphic (Bah, bah)
They do back and forths for all them hoes 'til all this shit get tragic (Uh)
Get hit fifteen times with two, three Glocks for all that shit he rappin' (Ah-ha)
Yeah, I'm on my block for real (Yeah), let me take your chain and watch for real (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I tell y'all I'm gon' leave the streets, this shit won't never stop for real (It won't never stop)
My lil' brother went to class, then caught his B, then snort his pill (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
We run up, get on heels, I chase shit down before my deal (Oh)
You lose your dog, go get outside 'cause we know how that feel (Get outside, what?)
You leave guns in the car, you can't be cryin' 'cause he got his (No, he get shot, yeah)
This shit get hectic fast, it's time to slide, go wipe your tears (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
I know this street shit hurt for real 'til you get high again ('Til you get high)
We chase shit down for real, we chase shit down for real
Send shit to God 'cause I'm at war and can't lose mine for real
We chase shit down for real, we chase shit down for real
Send shit to God 'cause I'm at war and can't lose mine for real (Uh, uh)
Yeah
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