We represent destruction nigga, death
Mayhem, murder and madness nigga
You try me you gon′ dieYou try the squad you gon' die
Pourin up drank sippin′ wok by the pint
Rich nigga I buy you my friendship with the bank
My bougie bitch be actin like she loyal but she aint
Fell in love with a hood rat and she walk stank
My brother down the road wit a extendo on his shank
Feel like I can do whatever never say I can't
I won't move off my emotions I′mma always think
Tracker on his car catch him at the light & bang
I′m a east side nigga with a bank roll
Used to call us country they don't want no gun smoke
I′m with the shit but countin money more fun tho
All the ops say they hard why they run for
All these choppas I can open up a gun store
Really street I ain't goin for the Gusto
Give you cash money I cant give no fucks tho
Buck shots hit his stomach now his guts gone
Walk that nigga down
Walk that nigga down
Walk that nigga down
Walk that nigga down
Walk that nigga down
Walk that nigga down
Walk that nigga down
Put your man down better not make a sound
Brand new Diamondback and it hold 100 rounds
I aint hit no kids cuz I walk my man down
I won′t hit no kids I'mma walk my man down
AK or the SK
Late night, broad day
223 change your heart rate
Nigga softer than a parfait
Used to serve in the hallway
Nigga sold me a bag it was all shake
Called him back like I want 8
Thought I came to shop but it was all take
Pussy, you know what I′m on pussy
You only tough on the camera phone pussy
I aint finna rob you get your gamble on pussy
Yall the type of niggas we put hammers on pussy
Beef about a bitch you a tender dick rookie
I can't even cap his baby mamas shit gushy
Amiri jeans stuffed with the blues all Tookie
Used to sell the gas now I'm sellin all cookie
Walk that nigga down
Walk that nigga down
Walk that nigga down
Walk that nigga down
Walk that nigga down
Walk that nigga down
Walk that nigga down
Put your man down better not make a sound
Brand new Diamondback and it hold 100 rounds
I aint hit no kids cuz I walk my man down
I won′t hit no kids I′mma walk my man down
This hood shit don't matter but when my nigga dies
Somebody gotta answer
Told him put his gun down and he didn′t make it to another November
Told my boy leave town but he don't have the bread
To really leave the gutter
And I′m starting to wonder, gotta find ways to not go under
Bro wants to kill again
Told him be patient you don't kill civilians
The drop will come back out if its written in
No we don′t pray for war, but if it comes niggas know what we built for
Niggas know what we built for
Shootouts in the winter
Bro got bigger
Finally came home but to no real niggas
Just dice and liquor his old girl
But he don't miss her
He aint the same he can't be with her
Tell me how to cope right
So many dead friends your prayers for the whole night
Tell me how to grow right
Locked in the cell and you hearing that your bro died
New state of mind, if a nigga trips dont waste no time
Stay alive, stay alive
We spin and these niggas claim the crown
Bro wants to kill again
Told him be patient, these poor civilians
The drop will come back out
Back out
What′s written in
Will never miss
We′ll never miss
Bro wants to kill again
Told him be patient you don't kill civilians
The drop will come back out if it′s written in
No we don't pray for war
But if it comes niggas know what we built for
Niggas know what we built for
