[Intro: 21 Neat]
Abaay, abaay
Don't call me, "GG", call me, "Crodie", nigga
Like I ain't fuckin' catch a body on my lonely, nigga
Wass-fuckin'-Gang, nigga! Bah!
[Verse 1: J Neat]
Ain't no peace up in these streets, we want them niggas dead
And free my cronems doing time, they locked up in the fence
This extra clip up on this glizzy hit like many men
You know that if we miss our target, we gon' spin again
Air it out like BnB
Double back, gon' clear the scene
I know crodie gon' drill for me
Gotta pay if you wanna sit with me
SOS, we shoot on sight
I kick back, had to earn my stripes
I'm with shottas, gon' shoot fo' sho'
Tote them clips, and then we go
[Verse 2: Houligan]
You ain't really trap, for rеal
Run up on nigga, head tap, for real
Dead opp in my spliff, for rеal
Nigga think he sick, he gon' get peeled
With my slime, wipe his nose on his block
Everyday in the shops with this mop
17 on me, no Duvy
Niggas in the Lane, they goofies
See me, then you gon' see the GG
Bitch shake her ass real neatly
Wass Gang, put a nigga on the TV
My dick in her mouth like a freezie
Cold heart, just call me, "the Tin Man"
Take him out, I ain't talkin' about a trash can
Say you got racks, but nigga, I got more bands
Just touch roads, first day out with my right hand
Crodie wipe his nose, no fur, you're a wasteman
Big fifth on my hip from my waistband
Wizard of Oz, and we take what we see, man
Bring some kids to all of their fuckin' dead men
Who knows, he a opp, he a dead man
Supawassi in the cut make bare bands
Wet him up, and it ain't even rainin'
Got a cane, I ain't talkin' about cadence
[Refrain: J Neat]
Shootin' hundred shots, we ain't stop 'til they gone
I take him out, we ain't going to prom
I'm with your bitch gettin' top in a Benz
Ridin' with a stick with one in the head
I'm in the trap, yeah-ah
I'm in the trap, yeah-ah
Ain't no peace up in the streets, we wanna see redrum
I'm at Nicki, I got a Minaj
Niggas they cap, it's all a facade
Know I'm outside, and I ain't gotta talk
You niggas be dumb, tried ran through the shots
It's Big Neat, she choosin' me
Sticks and diamonds hit on me
I got your bitch, she stay on me, yeah
Got this blick on me, yeah
[Verse 3: Richie Stacks]
I'm changing switch on my 40, Glock
The beef, it'll never stop
I wish death to all my opps
My cros stay tight, like rocks and locks
Half a mill' on me, fresh out the box
I get the work and I step on it, uh
Remember shootin', shot at the cop
Your mans tried run, but he ain't get far
BK, GK, you know how we play
Glock, no safety, we giving out head taps
Don't make me call J Neat
If you talkin' 'bout bodies, then you know we did that
And if you talk about TDot, streets, and you know how my Wassas they run that
And you can't lighten up
Better ask that nigga, "Where the fuck was your gun at?"
[Refrain: J Neat]
Shootin' hundred shots, we ain't stop 'til they gone
I take him out, we ain't going to prom
I'm with your bitch gettin' top in a Benz
Ridin' with a stick with one in the head
I'm in the trap, yeah-ah
I'm in the trap, yeah-ah
Ain't no peace up in the streets, we wanna see redrum
[Verse 4: Lil Monte]
We wanna see redrum
We wanna see redrum
Headshot, take his top
Yeah, you know how we rockin', yeah
Wassi Gang, shoutout Robin, yeah
Get them bands, do it often
Switch it up like Ginóbili
But we still smokin' Smokey
And you thought you really know me?
Backseat with the 40's
Still screamin', "Free Homi"
While we smokin' on your homie
Check the time, I check the Rollie
Got the sauce, got the recipe
Murder in my DNA, no, that ain't my destiny
But you know it's DOA if you will get next to me
[Outro: J Neat]
Ain't no peace up in the streets, we wanna see redrum
