[Intro: MaxThaDemon]
Gang, gang, gang
Bwop, bwop, bwop
All my locs go to Heaven
And we walk through the streets of Hell
And I tote on that weapon
And I hope you don't kiss and tell
All my locs go to Heaven
And we walk through the streets of Hell
And I tote on that weapon
And I hope you don't kiss and tell

[Verse 1: MaxThaDemon]
Ciggy Blacc, that's my codefendant
Send his ass to the gates of Hell
Zombie tips when I'm goin' on missions, get low when I'm dishin', get jammed, I'ma make a bail
So don't act like you touch on my side, dummy
Double O's take yo' soul, you gon' die for me
Triple O, grab a blicka' and slide for me
And you know where we at so don't hide, dummy
Take yo' loss and be grateful
My shorties ain't take you
Fuck a drip, it's all black, [?] on my shoe
Have yo' brothers get hit and then make news
I was starvin' and sleepin' in hallways
We ain't sleep 'till we make sure we all straight
But this chop'll make sure like it's Allstate
Buck .50, make you have a bald face
Makin' plays on the court like it's stop-and-go
It's too hot in yo' spot, make 'em drop and roll
And I'm shellin', you tellin', you gotta' go
Look at Ciggy, we on 'em like [?]
Gang, gang
[Chorus: MaxThaDemon]
All my locs go to Heaven
And we walk through the streets of Hell
And I tote on that weapon
And I hope you don't kiss and tell
All my locs go to Heaven
And we walk through the streets of Hell
And I tote on that weapon
And I hope you don't kiss and tell

[Verse 2: MaxThaDemon & VVIZARD KING]
Crazy White, that's my codefendant
Bro got a chop, spin the opps, it's not lookin' pleasant
[?], open the case of dead opps, that's a [?]
Don't lie, doors automatic, they slide, bullets comin' from all sides
Clothesline, drop the location, them demons is spinnin' in no time
Chop hit his mind 'till it filled, see the hole size
He bitchin', we clickin' then spinnin', gon' finish my [?], gon' switch 'em, he [?] (Ayy)
Beat him, gon' pay for [?]

[Verse 3: VVIZARD KING]
Wolfgang RJ loopin'
Put a bag on his head, no snoopin'
Put a opp in the stars 'cause he shootin'
Like, [?] go lootin', uh
Move dumb, gon' end up missin'
[?], next time I'm dishin'
[?] in the kitchen
AK got you twitchin', uh
I got these blue pills and I fuckin' hate 'em
I flushed 'em all, I never take 'em
Unmedicated, I'm never stable
Leave a few mill' under the table
IRS on my ass, I'll never pay 'em
Run it up, buy trap phones and blue stacks
And I'm sittin' on half tons with blue racks
Like, ooh, pussy like water-water-water
Hemi got cutter-cutter-cutter
[?] like Bonnie Rotten
Don't get that [?], it's soft like cotton
Hit the opp with a stick, make him bleed
Dragon puff, that's the .223
Big crops got a lot of trees
Push starts, got a lot of keys
In the GLE 43
Flip the M for the AMG
Know that I got it, Glock in my pocket
Hit him one time, brains out his socket
[Chorus: MaxThaDemon & Rosh.Dawg]
All my locs go to Heaven
And we walk through the streets of Hell
And I tote on that weapon
And I hope you don't kiss and tell
All my locs go to Heaven (Hey)
And we walk through the streets of Hell (Hey)
And I tote on that weapon (What?)
And I hope you don't kiss and tell (Yuh)

[Verse 4: Rosh.Dawg]
Kiss and tell
Finna' go blow up
Took all my dogs when I go, yeah
Finna' go show up
Know they droppin' that fire, no soda
All of that trappin' and work out them tires
Problem still out here, you know that you lyin'
Distance myself from the cappin'
Runnin' it up is enough for a savage
Block hot, Glock on my body, no false star
Shots fly, straight to the door like some red dots
You not poppin' so just stop
You not really willin' so just fuck off
Dripped in the whip while I'm choppin' up white girl
Shawty bad, but she talkin' too wild
Volatile, sloppin' all on the pipe
She be askin' for dick through the night
I don't got time, she don't got time, we don't got time, pussy sloppy
I don't do crime, she might do crime, blicky sicky, but where the body?
Where the body? Where the body?
Where the body? Where the body?
[Chorus: MaxThaDemon]
All my locs go to Heaven
And we walk through the streets of Hell
And I tote on that weapon
And I hope you don't kiss and tell
All my locs go to Heaven
And we walk through the streets of Hell
And I tote on that weapon
And I hope you don't kiss and tell