[Intro]
(It's Young [?])
(Mook got the keys jumpin')

[Verse 1]
Before the night, it's gon' go down, I end up shootin' in this bitch (Ooh, nah)
Two clips together at your round, I let it loose in this bitch
Keep plenty guns', come from slums
Like, fuck how ruthless it gets (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's straight redrum, I scream out dumb
'Cause I'm gon' shoot once you pick (Yeah, yeah, yeah, gang)
And that's a death row stick, 'cause it got bodies on it
Came from a society where you join from catchin' bodies, homie
Bust as soon as I spot it, homie, face that too, my dot be on it
Tell bro, "Move right", the cops been on him
Can't copyright, change your persona
Bitch n***a be actin' stiff, got the boy in here, we could meet up ends
Fuck n***a, you a worker, do your job, remember, we ain't friends
Bitch n***a hatin' who I am, same kid from inside the den
Same n***a throwin' up the Nawf, walkin' up and down the street with the twins
Get in your shit, then I dive again
When that bag came, then the robbers in
Bitch, I been a survivor, line full of shooters, n***a, this a shotta's pen'
.357 with them coppers in it
Reaper of the industry, say, "Kill the goat"
Never tell his thoughts, they'll never know
He be masked down with that Calico
On Canal Street with that Nola dope
Hunnid grand, I connect the four
Ridin' 'round with a spark, bitch
When a n***a tell me sell a line, it's no
Disrespect my mind, you know
Show lil' daddy how it go
Leave this bitch, we just hit the block
Spin again, wet up the store
Try and hop out and sprint, shoot at that ho
Demon baby, demon flow
Say they fuck with you but really don't
Arrogant 'cause I seen it before
Real gang baby made through the snow
Like a Hot Boy, I been in need
Kano Top Boy, it's killin' season
Cut your water short for any reason (Grrt, bah)
[Chorus]
Oh, oh-oh (Tryna talk my talk, that shit)
Chasin' money, steady thuggin' in front of cop cars (Yeah, I come in here)
Post up on the block, still, they making sure the rocks hard
N***a, do you catch the drift? (Bah, bah-bah)
Oh (Boom, bah, gang), oh-oh (Lil' Top)
Walkin' straight up outta Hell with them cold killers (I did, I did)
Ayy, straight up out the back with them same n***as
Ayy, soul stealers, big chain, he gon' gather attention

[Verse 2]
From the parkin' lot, hear that (Bah!) from the bleachers
Runnin' with creatures, we steppin' on leeches
False claimin', we gon' murder to teach ya
Shoot the whole thing when you play with that n***a
Got a bad nose, then you might catch a seizure
Pull off, blow that bitch up for no reason
Shoot that shit up, then we leavin'

[Outro]
Fuck wrong with these n***as, man?
I want these n***as to understand, tell 'em sign wit' these demons (Bah, bah)
I say, "Kill the home of the land"
Fiendin' for that blood, I'm seven up
I need three more, like, bitch, I need it
(I need ten, bah, I need ten, ten motherfucker
Ten bodies, ten hats, ten momma baby souls)