[Intro]

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Rot Ken]

We eating blood like it's a chili bowl (Blood like it's a chili bowl), yeah

She keep asking what I'm trippin' for (Trippin' for)

Fuck that hoe, and kick her out, hope I wasn't trippin' though (Trippin' though)

Choppa foldin' in-and-out like it's an envelope

[Chorus: Rot Ken]

Bullets hitting in-and-out, I ain't kill 'em though (Kill 'em)

Lil Ken done made out that spot, that's a miracle (That's a miracle)

So, I treat 'em like a slut (Oh yeah), I don't feel 'em though (Feel 'em though)

Then them bullets wet 'еm up, I ain't need a coat (Coat)

Music for the streets, like what they fiеnding for?

Got bullets, need to clean 'em up

That's your bitch, you need to clean her up

Bullets chewing like a carnivore

Bitch, I ain't playing, you know you ain't staying, better go call you a ride (Go home)

I cut off my friend 'cause he took the stand but, we ain't gon' talk on him (Not him)

[Verse 2: Rot Ken]

They can't cross this side and no, you ain't cross my mind (At all)

Pouring up drink 'cause I do need somebody, ain't talking 'bout what you gon' do, better hide

Talking 'bout what you gon' do, better slide

Drugs came in, non-prescribed

Glock came in, on my side

She saw me and lost her mind

[Chorus: Rot Ken]

Bullets hitting in-and-out, I ain't kill 'em though (Kill 'em)

Lil Ken done made out that spot, that's a miracle (That's a miracle)

So, I treat 'em like a slut (Oh yeah), I don't feel 'em though (On God, On God)

Then them bullets wet 'em up, I ain't need a coat

Music for the streets, like what they fiending for?

Got bullets, need to clean 'em up

That's your bitch, you need to clean her up

Bullets chewing like a carnivore

Bitch, I ain't playing, you know you ain't staying, better go call you a ride (Go home)

I cut off my friend 'cause he took the stand but, we ain't gon' talk on him (Not him)

[Break: Young Nudy, Rot Ken, Both]

Nah, we ain't gon' talk on him (We ain't gon' talk, we ain't gon' talk, tell 'em)

We ain't gon' talk on him

We ain't gon' talk, we ain't gon' talk, we ain't gon' talk on him (doo-doo, doo, doo, doo)

We ain't gon' talk, we ain't gon' talk (Blatt, Let's get it)

[Verse 3: Young Nudy]

Damn, we ain't gon' talk on him

We gon' walk-down him

Snap my fingers, watch how fast he disappear

He didn't keep it real so, he gotta get killed

This the life you live when you wanna drill

Dead or cater to steal

Don't mind leaving him still

If you get caught for that body, make sure you keep it real

When I'm done handling business, I need lean and pills

Just so I can get it off my mind 'cause that's another one, kill

That's another one, fill

Another died in the field

You play tough but, you not real

Up your gun and freeze him still

A real killer gon' leave you still

Piss on feelings, fuck 'bout how your people feel, yeah

[Chorus: Rot Ken]

Bullets hitting in-and-out, I ain't kill 'em though (Kill 'em)

Lil Ken done made out that spot, that's a miracle (That's a miracle)

So, I treat 'em like a slut (Oh yeah), I don't feel 'em though (On God, On God)

Then them bullets wet 'em up, I ain't need a coat

Music for the streets, like what they fiending for?

Got bullets, need to clean 'em up

That's your bitch, you need to clean her up

Bullets chewing like a carnivore

Bitch, I ain't playing, you know you ain't staying, better go call you a ride (Go home)

I cut off my friend 'cause he took the stand but, we ain't gon' talk on him (Not him)

[Outro: Young Nudy, Rot Ken, Both]

Nah, we ain't gon' talk on him (We ain't gon' talk, we ain't gon' talk, tell 'em)

We ain't gon' talk on him

We ain't gon' talk, we ain't gon' talk, we ain't gon' talk on him (doo-doo, doo, doo, doo)

We ain't gon' talk, we ain't gon' talk (Blatt, Let's get it)