[Verse 1: KillaWood]
All in they section, with this weapon, lettin' stick drip
Totin' big shit, beam on the glizzy I ain't miss shit
Should've been a hitman, 4 got me leanin' like a kick-stand
40 kick back, slugs hit his neck like some whiplash
I'm from that [???], n***as jump out that van
Whip that K out, like n***a "Hey now"
Shots hit yo' n***a, leave him face down
Should've took the safe route, you know i'm lurkin' where you hangout
I [???], this might turn into a bangout, look
Ain't no, if, ands, or buts, I got pole on me
I can't say none of my n***as ever told on me
Another charge, I told mob just don't fold on me
Walk up on 'em, close range, drop that load on 'em
Aye, I sat for 12 straight, and came home to get it
They backdoor blockin', now im politicin'
Half a million on the bail, tryna say i'm pimpin'
Unrelated charges, I was tamperin' with a witness killer
[Chorus: KillaWood]
We gone shoot first, then talk it out
If we ain't talkin' 'bout no money, what we talkin' 'bout
Put you on the box, and watch 6 opps walk you out
The streets been quiet, i'll give 'em something to talk about
We gone shoot first, then talk it out
If we ain't talkin' 'bout no money, what we talkin' 'bout
Put you on the box, and watch 6 opps walk you out
The streets been quiet, i'll give 'em something to talk about
[Verse 2: Bris]
Aye, blood gang, I do skits for them blue hunnids
N***as talkin' all that shit, and never do nothin'
My shooter geekin' off a perc, he might shoot somethin'
Bounce out, run 'em down, don't leave the coupe runnin'
Plus i'm runnin' to a bag and i'm dehydrated
I need a rollie for all the times, spent time racin'
Yeah, she look like a dime, but her mind basic
If she don't hand that bag over, then I might take it
Head first, in the funk, like I scuba dive
Stay alive, you can die, when my shooter slide
Don't cry, bullets fly, if you move a eye
Ain't no fuckin' wit' the sucka's, gotta choose sides
Like these shoes, i'm strapped up like some velcro
Gotta keep an firearm, like an elbow
In the trap, I sell coke, 'til the scale broke
Keep it true story, baby, I don't tell jokes
[Chorus: KillaWood]
We gone shoot first, then talk it out
If we ain't talkin' 'bout no money, what we talkin' 'bout
Put you on the box, and watch 6 opps walk you out
The streets been quiet, i'll give 'em something to talk about
We gone shoot first, then talk it out
If we ain't talkin' 'bout no money, what we talkin' 'bout
Put you on the box, and watch 6 opps walk you out
The streets been quiet, i'll give 'em something to talk about
[Verse 3: D-Steez]
Fuck what n***as talkin' 'bout, my n***as extort shit
Snatch a n***a soul out his body, i'm a exorcist
Put another hole in his body, hella extra clips
50 in this glizzy, if I miss, then extra shit
About my gang, shit get real, I get sentimental
Put a hole in a n***a face, the size of a pickle
I don't give a fuck about your shooter, I shoot off the dribble
Do a skit, all up on yo' block, them i'm getting so little
Bitch i'm outside, on parole, with another pistol
If they catch me, feds pick it up, send me to the [???]
I'm outside, everything so comfy with this little 'ol pistol
We don't want you, we only want killa's, they not gonna miss you
If you see me, you don't gotta ask, just know I got pistol
I don't give a fuck about your shooter, bitch check my credentials
In a heist, bitch I run my section, i'm really the n***a
In a heist, bitch I run my section, i'm really the n***a
Steez, n***a!
[Chorus: KillaWood]
We gone shoot first, then talk it out
If we ain't talkin' 'bout no money, what we talkin' 'bout
Put you on the box, and watch 6 opps walk you out
The streets been quiet, i'll give 'em something to talk about
We gone shoot first, then talk it out
If we ain't talkin' 'bout no money, what we talkin' 'bout
Put you on the box, and watch 6 opps walk you out
The streets been quiet, i'll give 'em something to talk about
