[Intro]
Hulsee, mhm-hm
Ay, Frosty
80% of my block's in jail
Free my brothers that are Thameside living
And free all the GG’s sitting in Felts
My nigga's banged up 23 hours
I just sent him 23's in the mail
Attacking, they don't defend that well
If I ain't spinning, I'm makin' it drink
For the dreams, I'm hitting them cells
[Verse]
Nah, I don't need the whole batch to ride
All it takes it's two man and a bike (You know)
3-double-O, patrolling the O (Gang)
If he get bucked, better say night-night (Night-night)
He was seen as the active type
We still left him fighting for his life (Dickhead)
We’re getting older, must’ve lost your mind
If you think wе only pull out our knives
My nigga M1 put 6 in the 4's
He said, "Sho-Sho, I'm rеady for war"
5 for a opp boy and 1 for the law (Live, live)
He didn't wanna be back banging his door
But he's gotta feel safe and the beef can't pause (Ahah, it can't, it can't)
Man step for the cause
So many punks on broski's ZK
Someone give him a round of applause (Yuck, yuck)
**** giving verbal again, I'm bored
Why? (Why?) Cause he's already been bored
So much juice on my Viking sword
Helicopter picked him up, he took flight
Like me right now, he's high in the sky (Wah?)
That nigga's on Cloud9
You're playing your part, giving verbs online
But you ain't put none of my friends on your knife
[Chorus]
80% of my block's in jail
Free my brothers that are Thameside living
And free all the GG’s sitting in Felts (Free 'em, free 'em)
My nigga's banged up 23 hours
I just sent him 23's in the mail (Uh-uh)
Attacking, they don't defend that well
If I ain't spinning, I'm makin' it drink
For the dreams, I'm hitting them cells
Tryna do like bro, young as fuck and he’s got them cunch phones talking (Brrt, brrt)
That’s town to town going 'round and 'round, and back to the town and there ain’t no stopping
Yuckboy take them boxes (Uh), no losses, or profit (Take that)
I love her and the life that I'm livin’, I couldn’t tell you which one's more toxic
[Verse 2]
Look, plainclothes onto the G’s, there’s things on we, can't hold nor stop (Live, live)
On *** with the dottz, caught and on tops, [?] 3 liter, gang's off (Skrrt)
I took that grub, all prof', no loss, (Gang) cuz I need more dingers and guns for the block (I do)
She asked me what is the point of us, if all I care about is money and opps? (Why, why?)
Mum said, "Son, you're losing the plot, police come more than usual guests"
They say it was man who got down YS, no evidence, intelligence suggests
I'll fling it in S for the S, no stress, like fuck it, I'm on the wheel instead
Every passenger's got them a- (Yeah), like trust me, you don't really wanna be next (You don't)
They're upset cuz' he's dead, what's funny that he was the cheekiest
This war's never ending, no, we ain't got time to be doing no reasoning (We don't)
Beef gets peppered, season it, she's stubborn, so disobedient (Uh)
At first, she came in so shy, but little did I know that she was the freakiest
[Chorus]
80% of my block's in jail
Free my brothers that are Thameside living
And free all the GG’s sitting in Felts (Free 'em, free 'em)
My nigga's banged up 23 hours
I just sent him 23's in the mail (Uh-uh)
Attacking, they don't defend that well
If I ain't spinning, I'm makin' it drink
For the dreams, I'm hitting them cells
Tryna do like bro, young as fuck and he’s got them cunch phones talking (Brrt, brrt)
That’s town to town going 'round and 'round, and back to the town and there ain’t no stopping
Yuckboy take them boxes, (Uh) no losses, or profit (Ay, take that)
I love her and the life that I'm livin’, I couldn’t tell you which one's more toxic
[Outro]
(80% of my block's in jail
Free my brothers that are Thameside living
And free all the GG’s sitting in Felts
My nigga's banged up 23 hours
I just sent him 23's in the mail
Attacking, they don't defend that well
If I ain't spinning, I'm makin' it drink
For the dreams, I'm hitting them cells
Tryna do like bro, young as fuck and he’s got them cunch phones talking
That’s town to town going 'round and 'round, and back to the town and there ain’t no stopping (Ay, Frosty)
Yuckboy take them boxes, no losses, or profit
I love her and the life that I'm livin’, (Hulsee, mhm-hm) I couldn’t tell you which one's more toxic)