[Intro: King Von]
\nAyy, Tay Keith, this shit hard as fuck, nigga (Boom, boom, boom)
\nWe stick to the code, nigga (Yeah), ain't no talkin' 'bout no murders (Nah)
\nIf it's up, then we gon' purge 'em (Boom), put that pussy in a hearse then (Blrrt)
\nI got youngins tryna stretch somethin', 30s pokin' out the jeans
\nAin't no talkin', ain't no textin', bitch, we pull up with them beams (Huh?)
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\n[Verse 1: King Von]
\nAll my opps be duckin' smoke, I swear these niggas cappin' (Cap)
\nCaught him lackin' at the store, we left his body nappin' (Boom)
\nBitch, I came up out them trenches, ain't no love inside my heart (Nah)
\nIf he reach, I let it spark, give his ass a body part (Boom, boom)
\nYeah, thеse hollows burn his chest, bet that pussy feel thе flame (Bitch)
\nWe don't do no talkin', we just pop out, let it bang (Boom)
\nBitch, I'm posted with them killers, yeah, them savages insane (Gang)
\nIf you speak up on my name, we leave his body with no brain (Blrrt, boom)
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\n[Verse 2: OG Drex]
\nAyy, fuck a diss, I send a hit, they know we stand on business (Pussy)
\nMask up in the trenches, if we catch him, leave no witness (Boom)
\nNigga thought he had a pass, now he fightin’ for his breath (Huh?)
\nTalkin’ tough up on the 'Gram, we left that pussy boy for dead (Blrrt, blrrt)
\nFuck the opps, we spin they block, this choppa shake his spine up (Boom)
\nPut his body in a box, tell his mama "Time up" (Pussy)
\nI ain't never fear no nigga, bitch, I'm cutthroat with this shit (Yeah)
\nDrop the addy, we gon’ blitz, turn his block into a pit (Boom, boom, boom)
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\n[Verse 3: Big Slade]
\nNigga, I don’t play 'bout gang, bitch, we shoot first, fuck a name (Boom)
\nHollows ate his chest up, now his body full of pain (Huh?)
\nTold that bitch, "Don’t call my phone," I just fucked, don’t know her name (Yeah)
\nIf I ever go back broke, I’m kickin' doors, snatchin’ chains (Blrrt)
\nNiggas cappin’ in they raps, but in the streets, they ain't on shit (Huh?)
\nLet this F&N talk loud, introduce 'em to the switch (Boom, boom)
\nBitch, we out here catchin' bodies, ain't no talkin’, we just slide (Nah)
\nCaught his ass, he tried to run, but all my shooters know to drive (Skrrt)
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\n[Verse 4: King Von]
\nAyy, pick his ass up off the ground, he ain’t gettin’ up (Nah)
\nHow the fuck he claim he steppin', but he still ain't hit at us? (Pussy)
\nEvery time we slide, it’s bodies droppin', ain't no duckin' smoke (Boom)
\nCaught his partner lackin', so we had to up the scope (Blrrt)
\nBitch, my niggas ruthless, they gon' step without a second thought (Yeah)
\nPut that choppa to his temple, bet his stupid ass get lost (Boom, boom)
\nNigga tried to run, but he got caught up in that cross (Yeah)
\nHad to show his ass, ain't no way that we takin' loss (Gang)
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\n[Verse 5: OG Drex]
\nThey ain't never been no killers, all these niggas Twitter beefin' (Cap)
\nPull up with that mop, leave a pussy nigga leakin' (Blrrt)
\nYeah, my niggas poppin' percs, but they still be tweakin' (Yeah)
\nHeard his ass was talkin' tough, now his mama screamin' Jesus (Boom)
\nFuck the law, we get it done, nigga, I ain't never lack (Nah)
\nHad to double back and spin again just to make sure he whack (Boom)
\nThey ain't never shot at us, 'cause they know how we react (Blrrt)
\nTryna play with us? Bitch, you know that shit gon’ get you clapped (Boom)
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\n[Verse 6: Big Slade]
\nBitch, I keep a Draco, let it spit just like a preacher (Boom)
\nIf I up it, best believe that bitch gon’ turn you to a bleeder (Huh?)
\nI ain't into talkin', bitch, my glizzy got a speaker (Boom)
\nNigga tried to duck, we sent them bullets through his T-shirt (Blrrt)
\nBitch, I’m from the trenches, we don't post without a pole (Nah)
\nChoppa hit his chest, now that pussy lookin' cold (Boom)
\nWe ain't showin' mercy, bitch, we send 'em to the Lord (Blrrt)
\nYeah, my youngins doin’ drills, they ain't never gettin' bored (Pussy)
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\n[Outro: King Von]
\nBitch, we stick to street codes, ain't no talkin' to the feds (Nah)
\nIf we catch a opp lackin', then we fill him up with lead (Boom)
\nAin’t no peace, it's war time, all my niggas want 'em dead (Gang)
\nTell his mama, "Cry now," should've told him what he said (Blrrt, boom)\n\n
