I’m right off Atlantic u get off, u make a right

8 lights up u make a left, u can lose yo life

Seen a lot of n*ggas fail, tryna do it twice

Every other night, a n*gga dying

Better keep a pipe

Code red, now this n*gga dead

Full fledge, 10 shots out his head

Buenos Noches, now he inna bed

If breathe he gone talk to da feds, we gone live em in red

Verse - Hitman50

50, I got some to say

I remember all dem days we was locc’d n a cage

Go to court stress out, mad running threw fades

N my lips won’t move CUH I’m going str8 to da grave

All these chains my neck, like I’m working w slaves

Niggas say they outside, but we been sliding for days

I rather flock a n*gga house, i’m tryna look for a safe

Hit young for a choppa, cuh I need me a crate

For I can slide thru da opps, n try to knock off a face

If Hitman catch a murder, shit he beating da case

Gotta cut yo grass low, cuz u might see snakes

Had to let da homie go, for tryna talk to da jakes

That’s on 5 two

Call my asian crips up, They gon slide thru

If Young meet me on da gang, we gon slide too

50 hit em n his head, code red

We gone leave this nigga dead, dead homies

I’m right off Atlantic u get off, u make a right

8 lights up u make a left, u can lose yo life

Seen a lot of n*ggas fail, tryna do it twice

Every other night, a n*gga dying

Better keep a pipe

Code red, now this n*gga dead

Full fledge, 10 shots out his head

Buenos Noches, now he inna bed

If breathe he gone talk to da feds, we gone live em in red