[Intro]
Uh, the Bleeda gang, uh-huh, uh
They know what up with us, we been leavin' stains, nigga
[Verse]
Dirty world that we live in, pick that side, you get picked out (Get picked out)
Ain't shit safe, not even that bitch that you fuck, she gon' get chalked
Red bandanna 'round the pap, knew who it was, bitch, we lay law
Bitch, stop playin', that Drac' the last thing he saw (Aight)
Long live the guys, free them Bleedas
Hold up, free them trigger squeezers, trained shooters (Trained shooters)
.223 with a sixty ball, Dooski still use rugers (Still use Rugers)
Don't be stupid, mention the gang, like we don't film movies on niggas block when we shootin', use your brain before you lose it
I'm like John Wick when he lost his dog, I'm out my mind tryna touch anything that's fuckin' with any one of them sides
That shit be for the 'gram, he fakin', knowin' damn well he ain't no savage
His son hidin', gang tried to zip his daddy
Glock 23 on me, a opp play, coolin' with Osama (Coolin' with Osama)
Float down that bitch street, they say it's beef, we gon' cook it with no problem (Aight)
Get from over there, they copped out, tried to go surf in the bottom
Hop out, I'm tryna show a bitch this what happen when I spot you (Rrr)
ARP and the Micro, the two in the front got handguns
On a drill, I'll never fold (I'll never fold)
Up your shit, I bet I'll stand one
Gang step, we want a soul (Want a soul)
I missed, double back, I gotta blam somethin'
Fuck 'round and pick a role, run to your door and get a in-one
Nigga scared to get in the field, his partner smashed, go get his remix
Nigga dissed me in a song, just want some fame, I can't believe this (Uh-uh)
On frontline, strapped with a .223, don't know nothin' 'bout no defense (Don't know nothin' 'bout no defense)
4th quarter pressure, almost left shh face slumped on the cement (Yeah)
They know I'm vicious, grew up 'round street niggas killin' robbers
Known fact that gang put in work, we'll snatch a nigga mama, or better yet'll snatch his toddler
Bitch, I hang with real shottas that'll close somethin' (Yeah), switch and get ghost, bitch, shoutout to Don Dada
Ain't with that sideline beef, keep it street, or get your grave dug (Yeah)
Punch, drag you, and step back on a drill, and shoot this bitch like J. Harden (Harden)
They with the shits, call that bitch DOA, don't never graze nothin'
Whop ruthless, paranoid, booted off Heny tryna snake somethin' (Tryna snake somethin')
Ain't a nigga in the city they could say Peso copped out to
Step up to me, I'ma show you how I get down and come off you
What up? You tryna fuck with that?
These niggas, they ain't 'bout shit
We bust brains, leave niggas with a bloodstain on they outfit (Rrr)
I keep one in the head (Rrr), if I don't get off first, I'ma die to the side when I shoot back (Brrt, brrt)
My OG gon' lose her mind, she about Peso gettin' whacked (Brrt, brrt)
We step first tryna slump shit (Brrt)
Don't believe in gettin' whacked
Don't believe in gettin' whacked
[Outro]
I keep one in the head, if I don't get off first, I'ma die to the other side
Mhm, she about Peso
I'm tryna— Don't believe in gettin' whacked
Don't believe in gettin' whacked
Peso