[Intro: Trilla Kid]
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[Chorus: Trilla Kid]
Bitch, [?] on my feet, no force
Firin' at me, you get hit with that torch (Yeah)
Kinda my spot, my shooters on the porch (Yeah)
Shootin' at [?] when I'm on the court (Yeah)
[?] that love, but is it in sport? (Yeah)
RIP Brody, you're not [?] (Yeah)
Sendin' smoke, man, he want war (Yeah)
Send a hundred rounds and I'ma send more (Yeah)
Bitch, [?] on my feet, no force (Force)
Firin' at me, you get hit with that torch (That torch)
Kinda my spot, my shooters on the porch (Yeah)
Shootin' at [?] when I'm on the court (Gang)
[?] that love, but is it in sport? (Sport)
RIP Brody, you're not [?] (War)
Sendin' smoke, man, he want war (War)
Send a hundred rounds and I'ma send more (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Trilla Kid]
Stop, work for the [?]
Ride with that metal like I'm Tony Stark
Smokin' that gas like here's a damn foreign
Kinda glad Jimmy Neutron ain't outta this bar (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm a bat, you can't see in the dark?
Aim at your head like I'm playin' darts (Slatt)
Fuck the opposition, I'm takin' charge
Fuck the opposition, I'm takin' charge, yeah
Bitch, [?] like a dream (Slime)
Diamonds, they drip like the sea-ee (Slatt)
Meet my slime, .223's (Three's)
Point at you with the motherfuckin' beam (Beam)
Silencer, you ain't even heard a thing (Thing)
Run up on me, yeah, and that's first degree ('Gree)
Choppa, choppa, not unlike a surgery (Surgery)
Choppa, choppa, not unlike a surgery ('Ery)
[Chorus: Trilla Kid & Jamie Ray]
Bitch, [?] on my feet, no force
Firin' at me, you get hit with that torch (Yeah)
Kinda my spot, my shooters on the porch (Yeah)
Shootin' at [?] when I'm on the court (Yeah)
[?] that love, but is it in sport? (Gang)
RIP Brody, you're not [?] (Yeah)
Sendin' smoke, man, he want war (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Send a hundred rounds and I'ma send more (Yeah)
Bitch, [?] on my feet, no force (Force)
Firin' at me, you get hit with that torch (That torch, yuh)
Kinda my spot, my shooters on the porch (Yuh)
Shootin' at [?] when I'm on the court (Uh)
[?] that love, but is it in sport? (Yuh)
RIP Brody, you're not [?] (Yuh)
Sendin' smoke, man (Jamie), he want war (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Send a hundred rounds and I'ma send more (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Jamie Ray]
You say you love me and that shit ain't real
That why I'm steadily holdin' you still? (Bow)
That why I still don't give a fuck how you feel?
Grab me a zit and I pop me a pill
Hundred round drum and it don't miss a beat (Yeah)
AR-15 knock you off of your feet
Jumped out the porch, you got in the street
Back on the porch 'cause you ran into me
No, I can't trust 'em (No, I can't trust 'em)
Smith & Wesson got my back so you know I gotta motherfuckin' tuck 'em (I gotta tuck 'em)
Ayy, middle fingers up to a hatin' ass bitch like "Fuck 'em" (I'm like "Fuck 'em")
Ayy, beamin' so I can [?], I just pray that you duck 'em (Pray that you duck 'em)
Said he that guy, [?] but I had to go block him (Ta-ta-ta-ta)
Don't it look good when I bust with this rollie on, lookin' like Pablo (Lookin' like Pablo)
I'm tryna go to Columbia, bring back some bricks like I'm Pablo (Lookin' like Pablo)
You know what time it is when I pull up in that black Tahoe (Ta-ta)
Pull out them choppas, get to choppin' just like El Chapo
[Chorus: Trilla Kid]
Bitch, [?] on my feet, no force
Firin' at me, you get hit with that torch (Yeah)
Kinda my spot, my shooters on the porch (Yeah)
Shootin' at [?] when I'm on the court (Yeah)
[?] that love, but is it in sport? (Gang)
RIP Brody, you're not [?] (Yeah)
Sendin' smoke, man, he want war (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Send a hundred rounds and I'ma send more (Yeah)
Bitch, [?] on my feet, no force (Force)
Firin' at me, you get hit with that torch (That torch, yuh)
Kinda my spot, my shooters on the porch (Yuh)
Shootin' at [?] when I'm on the court (Uh)
[?] that love, but is it in sport? (Yuh)
RIP Brody, you're not [?] (Yuh)
Sendin' smoke, man, he want war (Yuh)
Send a hundred rounds and I'ma send more (Gang)

[Outro]
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