[Verse 1]
In deez streets talkin heavy, Like they plugged with the work
I got pills for every color on Mr.Brown shirt
Ain't nobody give me shit, Had to get out her and work
Dope house lookin like a concert, On the first
And if I get jammed, Same night post bail quick
Hammer tucked, Through dat wood skull catch a nail quick
Yo bitch fucked the whole crew, To get her hair fixed
Put a nigga in a coffin, Or on a prayer list
Dope, Dope, Dope, A nice slab
Phone slap, Slap, Slap, They double back
Nigga stunt, Stunt, Stunt, But stay humble
In the streets multitaskin a few hustles
Grind, Grind, Grind, Bout da fetti
Niggas still talkin down, Shit petty
In da trap bangin babies, Dat bitch pregnant
Playin frisbee with da dog, The fiends fetchin
[Hook]
Me and my niggas got this shit locked down
We don't play games on the Darkside
We'll buy dis whole mothafuckin club out
And get dis whole mothafucka shut down
Me and my niggas got this shit locked down
We don't play games on the Darkside
We'll buy dis whole mothafuckin club out
And get dis whole mothafucka shut down