[Intro: T.Darko]

Yo (yo), PY Gunnaz (PY Gunnaz)

Big Nath (Big Nath)

Young Killa (Young Killa)

Tiny Darko (Tiny Darko)

Pecknarm Young Gunnaz (Pecknarm Young Gunnaz)

[Verse 1: Y.Butch]

I know these guys, they don't like me

All they wanna do, is just fight me

So I grab on my 9 tightly and put bullet holes in his white tee nigga coming round here bringing bare teeth

But man will come buck him in his teeth and leave a nigga 6 foot deep underneath

There's no fronting B, I'm on a hunting spree touching for them fake niggas on the street - snitching to the feds everyday of the week

Man can't get no sleep 'cus feds licking down your door

Five 0 clock in the morning, man's still dawning

That's some fucked up shit, all because of a fake nigga on the strip

I suggest you just buck up and load in clips

And give these niggas a mouthwash of bullets

I'm repping my ends to the fullest

Dunkno (dunkno)

Big Nath

[Verse 2: Y.Killa]

Young Killa, aka Tantrum

PY fucking G, we do this ting

07, hol' tight all the S9 mandem

Hol' tight Tiny Bomb on the buttons

Yeah, man's back in the booth, listen

07, Pecknarm

All day everday, listen listen

Like, fuck what you niggas gotta say I don't give a damn

Fuck the fist fight nigga I'd rather put a stick to man

You say you're passing touches my fists got a quicker man

[?] beef all I do is put them clips in the man

Here's some cold metal in your mouth and I ain't talking goods

I'm talking cold lead that help pussios know the deal

P Y fucking G you got it right, let me roll with steal

Why'd you think your boys don't try it, cus they know we're real

Fam I'm ill, I put holes in foreheads

Come off the happy dome don't want my team on your doorstep

Fuck police, ran round here with four feds

Come and free the hungries, time to get my draw fed

I'm on a hungry vibe so, now I'm eating guys

I'm beating knives, [?] peeking knives

I'll just creep behind, now there's a another street, time to turn their heartbeat - into a fucking flatline

Dunkno

Young Killa

We do this ting

Every fucking day

[Verse 3: T.Darko]

Tiny Darko

PYG

[?]

Black Bandannas

P Y G

If we talk about straps, they got lead in it (they got lead in it)

Black Bandannas but these pricks ain't repping it (neeks)

Now for the rockers but none of that techie shit (none of that techie shit)

Straight techs a macs, I don't cock (macs), I just pull it back

Head shots (macs) pushing brains to the back (macs)

And you can't buss back (mac) those bullets from a mac (**mac**)

Covering your back like a blanket (blanket)

Real shots letting off no blank shit

When it's beef, I'm not fast on my feet, I'm fast on my fingers putting pressure on the heat (pressure on the heat)

Done all the hype I'm putting niggas to sleep (niggas to sleep)

Choking on their own blood they can't even breathe (can't even breathe)

I got big macs no chips (macs), yeah I got sticks (macs)

Macs us when, the clips young bucks (young bucks) ready to rip

I ain't taking off shit, I already told you I got that something on my hip with a full clip

Get me, on my hip, full clip

Tiny Darko, PYG, SI

All day everyday, baring

Tiny Bombs

Helping the movement move

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