[Produced by Zeidman Beats]
Zeidman Beats, another banger for the streets

[Verse 1]
Every other day, n***as gettin' murdered
Won't catch me lackin' in the field without my burner
Whippin' with this tre-pound, Glock work
I brought my big shit, SK Stockworth
Muzzle on the top of this bitch, them slaus-whistle
Ain't none of these n***as fuckin' with me, which I ain't listenin'
I'mma hold it down, rather, rap on the streets shit
Do it for the real n***as, I've been through some deep shit
I'm on my last sack, I think I got it from bundles
I don't play in traffic with the cops on my bumper
I'm not pullin' over, that's just me from the jump
I cut the half a brick soft, and I pray that it jump
And all my n***as 'bout it, you can say what you want
This life shit, a gamble, you can play if you want
And I don't call it beef 'till your face to this pump
Knock out your teeth, you can't eat for a month

[Hook]
It's hard to tell these youngins put the guns down
When every other night you hear them gun sounds
You hear them gun sounds
I ain't ever lackin', got my strap right now
It's hard to tell these youngins put the guns down
When every other night you hear them gun sounds
You hear them gun sounds
I ain't ever lackin', got my strap right now
[Verse 2]
I got my strap in my holster, you know I'm born ready
I do that drum and that Glock, you know I'm comin' heavy
I put that beam on your top, that's head shots
Yeah they call me Twin Lama, straight hitta, that's how I rock
I'm still up in the kitchen whippin' the counter-clock
I'll have my share with them bitches, n***a I'm chasin' guap
Black promoter that player put me, I took his watch
I'm still shining off that fuck n***a, thanks a lot
I ain't with the arguing talk homie, I park shit
War time, I brought the whole block, n***a I spark shit
I'm in the kitchen cookin' up, shit I've been official
I'm on my smooth thug shit, Balmain's and pistols
Look a n***a in his eye, see the bitch in him
Pussy n***a, back the heat and pop, droppin' fish in him
I never rock my Glock without the stick in it
I can't win, I pop son, they gon' flip on me

[Hook]
It's hard to tell these youngins put the guns down
When every other night you hear them gun sounds
You hear them gun sounds
I ain't ever lackin', got my strap right now
It's hard to tell these youngins put the guns down
When every other night you hear them gun sounds
You hear them gun sounds
I ain't ever lackin', got my strap right now