[Intro: RealBleeda]

Caught in the way

Don't get caught in the way

[Chorus: RealBleeda]

Don't get caught in the way

I bring choppers on your property

And invade where you lay

Fill your nose with nothin' but dust

And all that screamin' ain't gon' help you, but shit you straight, you finna hush

Already know you wasn't livin' like you say you is

My hitter TTK he trained to kill

Be sober as fuck when he on a drill

Maniac mentality

I'ma stomp the yard when I'm on the field

You up the hill with Jill, that's the reason why you gettin' jacked

Move wrong, hear blatt

You won't do that

I know some Emmitt Tills, with a double face, call the paramedics

[Verse 1: RealBleeda]

My niggas will never squeal

'Causе this the life we livе

We know just what it is

Nigga stand on business, let off switches just to get the business clear

Opp shoppin', I'm on his rear

Been Molly poppin', you can see all my grill

But still steady with it

Hot sauce on the belly with it

Won't stop slidin' like my debit

When shots fired you gon' raise just like my credit

I wanna murder you, ain't keepin' shit copasetic

I live my life like I live in a zoo, I know that you ain't ready

You say you wanna do something to who? Go with your move, this shit get deadly

[Chorus: RealBleeda]

Don't get caught in the way

I bring choppers on your property

And invade where you lay

Fill your nose with nothin' but dust

And all that screamin' ain't gon' help you, but shit you straight, you finna hush

Already know you wasn't livin' like you say you is

My hitter TTK he trained to kill

Be sober as fuck when he on a drill

Maniac mentality

I'ma stomp the yard when I'm on the field

You up the hill with Jill, that's the reason why you gettin' jacked

Move wrong, hear blatt

You won't do that

I know some Emmitt Tills, with a double face, call the paramedics

[Verse 2: TG Kommas]

I'm still indulgin' in the smoke

If that bitch play then it's murda that she wrote

Can't put my gun down 'cause its up and we on go

Treat my blick just like my bitch, you know that I'm gon' keep her close

Slang this bitch in any opposition, shoot from head to toe

Since he cappin' in his caption, bitch, you dyin' behind my post

Hit your block like a thief in the night, you gon' get your life stole

We stretch that boy then hit the road, plottin' on another soul

[Chorus: RealBleeda]

Don't get caught in the way

I bring choppers on your property

And invade where you lay

Fill your nose with nothin' but dust

And all that screamin' ain't gon' help you, but shit you straight, you finna hush

Already know you wasn't livin' like you say you is

My hitter TTK he trained to kill

Be sober as fuck when he on a drill

Maniac mentality

I'ma stomp the yard when I'm on the field

You up the hill with Jill, that's the reason why you gettin' jacked

Move wrong, hear blatt

You won't do that

I know some Emmitt Tills, with a double face, call the paramedics