Get back knock his shit leave his shit splat Snatch his chaine let me get that he cant get it back Young nigga taught to keep a blick we don’t never lack In his whip betta sit back we gone flip that Ttg yeah we trained to go yeah we gone get that Were his blick foemen took that call it get back You aint gang fucking wit the rats that shit big cap Dat lil hoe thick doing dick she let me hit that Body bag put some hollows in him he cant fix that Cold hearted like a cave men fina act out Talking out his mouth like he bold now Demons on his block toting glocks he aint bold now Young nigga posted in the slumps bring the sticks out Talking like he wit it dissing gang he a dead man In the field like a running back we be running shit U gone buss who touch who u aint touching shit Pop pop pop gun shots we be clutching shit Head shot that’s a dead opp we be clutching shit Daedae in the cut wit the blick dats my company If I pass him blick in the field he gone dump with me Dey like u a bitch ima bitch den get up with me Hopping out yo neck like u tough dat shit cut with me We aint have a plate I made away now all my niggas eat Carwash he get reckless dats my brother now that member free Taft home baby in the six were them members be Deamons on my back i cant let the devile get to me Came up out the jungle play yo cards we a different breed On the frontline watch me ball going take a seat Brodie in the trenches wit the blicky tryna catch a opp All my niggas dogs they get vicious tryna get a spot Shit can get hected in the jungle so I keep a glock Long live kobie 24 dat nigga was a goat Boy yo ass a hopper not a shotter stick to wat u do Popping out the cut wit couple shooters like its pickaboo