[intro]
(I don't wanna hear about violence)
(Catch a opp out better bitch stay quiet)
(I don't wanna hear about riots)
(put bullet shells in this little dogs diet)
(shoot a rounds on name Bryant)
(bitch gone fade away i'm no lieing)
(back in a opp like find him)
(Trust me cuz i'ma get you if you're hiding)

[Verse 1]
Put my life on the line for my ghees
On game Winchester spit the bees
Every time i whipped out little dogs flee
Begging on there knees praying to god i don't squeeze
Ain't with the chatter young boys on site
If we pulling up we ain't pulling out of the fight
These little dogs running up with a knife
Lad that fine i'ma pick him with a 9
Just because i'ma go the distance
All these little dogs be chatting from a distance
Never gave a fuck if a little dog dissing
Ill be at home lad fucking your misses
No chatting with us certified drillers
Blood get spilling when i'm on that mission
Feeling like a villain when a opp goes missing
Come down tripping guaranteed gets clicking
Trust, trust me lad i ain't with the bullshit
Wanna talk flick you can go and catch a full clip
Load that whip take trips to the click
He ain't no chip but i dipped that bitch
Gang pull up, bang
Never gave a fuck if you talk that slang
Ain't no game if you really wanna play
Pulling up all day light them up with a K
This man that would knock your top off
Dogs be the first to run when it pops off
1 call bro pulls up with that sawn off
Guy was lacking yea he got caught off
Eestwa, puller gets knocked
Ain't tryna get locked
But i'll put you in a box
Case is pending never gone stop
Selling them rocks tryna get this stock
Iv'e got ghees that are well known hitters
Boys in the pod really be them killers
All this chat about local drillers
Come to the hood get fed no dinners
Now saying trapped 3 boys in the back
With a bally and a back clocked 9 in there lap
If you wanna talk truth better stat facts
Ain't tryna hear bullshit on tracks
We got bad intentions bake it injected
On your side that shit be expected
Wanna come test it, brother come test it
Back my blade this dog getting chested
Never gonna cap for the music
When i start warning the boys gone lose it
Grip that steel better pray we don't use it
Just hope that lad we ain't abuse it
Your mate got slashed
No trace
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Hit the dash and we at that place
Ain't about shacks
Get the fuck outta my face
We can go to war if you step out of place
Trust me
Give a fuck about a bitch with a pumpy
Send shots i'll bus em back at your aunty
Living life till the 50 cuff me
Never meet a cat that's ever out done me
That's facts been living this life
Hustle all day taking ricks all night
Even tho iv'e been popped that twice
Still in the field with my head held high
Last shot we said he went missing
He was talking big till that lead hit that building
To be honest i don't even know if we killed him
All i know is bullet holes never got filled in
I don't wanna hear about violence
Catch a opp out better bitch stay quiet
I don't wanna hear about riots
Put bullet shells in this little dogs diet
Shoot a rounds on name Bryant
Bitch gone fade away i'm no lieing
Back in a opp like find him
Trust me cuz i'ma get you if you're hiding