[Intro]
You gotta be ready to throw down, stand up, and die for that shit like Blizzard did
You gotta snatch some collars and let them motherfuckers know you there to take them out, anytime that you feel like it
You gotta get the ground beneath your feet, partner, get the wind behind your back and go out in a blaze if you got to

[Hook]
Sirens, I think the crackers coming
They know I'm ’bout violence, n***as vouchin' for me
You could ask my opps how I rock, they say I done bust it
I'ma swing this Glock, where the cop, fuck this bitch to nothin’

[Verse 1]
He say he seen him clutchin', but we gone bend the block
They say them crackers bendin' too, well bitch we spin it out
Like what that dinner 'bout, like bitch we wanna chew
These n***as throwin' up that lead, they tryna tell on who?
Dropped out, expelled me too, low-key a felon too
And if you frontin' with that sack, then I'm gone have to view
Got off ass my ass and made a play, call me John Madden Q
Choppa shells go through, they tryna peek at you
So if you hiding, we gone find whatever that you live
N***as just assume, been thuggin' since the womb
And I don’t need a n***a for no help, this on my own
I been rollin’ strong, them crackers tryna scroll
They hit they lights, I'ma floor it, you already know
Put you in control, heard lil brother told
That shit ain’t the code, snitches gotta go
Like that ain't your n***a you tellin' on, bitch you dead-ass wrong
[Hook]
Sirens, I think the crackers coming
They know I'm ’bout violence, n***as vouchin' for me
You could ask my opps how I rock, they say I done bust it
I'ma swing this Glock, where the cop, fuck this bitch to nothin'

[Verse 2]
Wait, okay, I might be trippin'
That might be a fire truck, cause I done left me drippin'
Off them beans, got me grippin' and I swear, we ain't slippin'
These n***as talkin' down, like I wasn't thuggin' in them trenches
Got bundles like extension, it really ain't no entrance
N***as tryna join the gang, never came off from a biscuit
Them boys be spoon fed, n***as bitchin' up they trippin'
Them boys was mislead, I might guide 'em stool with pigeons
Shoot your ass, I'm gifted, them crackers tryna get me
Free my n***as up the road, Murder John, they done shipped him
I ain't condoning all that goof shit, bitch, get your issue
I'll swipe a n***a sack, swipe it low, I gotta get him
I gotta grill him cause this shit personal
And I got personnel shooters where you 'pose to go
They try and diss me for some fame, just a laughing joke
Laughing at you n***as cause in real life you just as broke

[Hook]
Sirens, I think the crackers coming
They know I'm 'bout violence, n***as vouchin' for me
You could ask my opps how I rock, they say I done bust it
I'ma swing this Glock, where the cop, fuck this bitch to nothin'