Animals

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Animals (2:30) [Intro – 0:00–0:15] (Heavy 808s, dark synths) Yeah… gang, gang… Whole lotta killers, whole lotta steppas, uh… Animals, boy… yeah… [Verse 1 – 0:15–0:50] I ain't on the net talking ’bout how I caught a hat, Play wit my bruddah, dat’s da end of ya life, it’s a wrap. Boy, u is bitch made, we can see it in ya face, 223 finna chew yo fucking face, ain’t no case. Slide in that rental, mask down, broad day, Why he talking like we ain’t finna slide? Better pray. Air yo whole fucking block out, leave the scene fried, Hollows ripping through his chest, watch his soul glide. [Verse 2 – 0:50–1:30] Animals in the jungle, killers moving in a pack, Lions in the field, ain’t no room for the rats. Heard that goofy dissing, now his name in the sky, When them drums start singing, whole hood gotta cry. Switch on the Glock, make it dance, cha-cha, Catch him at the corner store, bye-bye. We don’t do the talking, nah, we don’t do the typing, Bodies keep dropping, new opps, we recycling. Run through his section, yeah, we hunting in the night, Infrared beam make his soul take flight. Blood on my kicks, but the fit still clean, Murder scene taped, but we still unseen. [Verse 3 – 1:30–2:05] I’m a beast in the night, gorilla stomping with the drum, If he hide, we gon’ find him, boy, you know you can’t run. From the dirt, from the mud, where the snakes don’t sleep, If you play, then you pay, six feet, that’s deep. Trigger finger itching, opps scared, they glitching, Pull up, windows tinted, yeah the choppa hit different. We the wolves of the block, blood dripping on the leaves, Try to step, you get stretched, better practice what you preach. [Outro/Chant – 2:05–2:30] (Beat gets heavier, ad-libs echo) Animals, animals, killers in the cut... (gang, gang) Animals, animals, we don’t give a fuck... (boom, boom) Animals, animals, better tuck your chain... (better tuck that) Animals, animals, spin and let it bang... (grrah, grrah, bow)

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