[Intro]

A-Town (A-Town)

Yeah!

LT Moe on this motherfuckin' track, nigga

GMM

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

A lotta niggas talkin' that bullshit, huh

[?]

Come on! Come on! Come on!

[Verse 1]

Where you from? I'm from the A [?]

[?] all mine is paid for

Hit the block it's like, "there they go"

Keep the hands on the stressor

They'll show you what TECs do

Them boys is drama driven, raised by the system, listen

They bust to survive, your squad be bustin' for recognition

Frontin' and ass kissin', industry pussy nigga

They [?] before it get to the cookie, nigga

[?] around here, don't bring your ass down herе

Niggas have a tendency to act up and clown hеre

[?] get down here

Bright white, dark brown [?] money [?]

You already know what it is, playa, APD can't save ya

Your time's up, flatline, shorty, see ya later

No amount of favors, no amount of paper

Can stop the inevitable death of a [?]

[Hook]

And you don't want problems, bitch nigga believe it

They hands is on the trigger and they ready to squeeze it

So save all that drama, them boys tote armor

I'll have ya layin' dead right in front of your mama

And you don't want problems, bitch nigga believe it

They hands is on the trigger and they ready to squeeze it

So save all that drama, them boys tote armor

I'll have ya layin' dead right in front of your mama

[Verse 2]

News is real, folk, you don't wanna make it on that

Them dangerous niggas [?]

[?] sorry, or my bad, shit

The skull is split wide open for some dumb ass shit

Young whippersnapper, flappin' his lips

[?] they marksmen homes, they don't miss

Cops come, they don't snitch

No witnesses at the crime scene

Just your body leakin' there, y'nahmean?

The lights go off, pimp, the sharks come out

Things bang out, bust till your brains hang out

Come to your house, sittin' on your porch where you live

Wait until you come back to the crib, I'm tryna tell ya

This ain't 'bout no rap song, it's real life

Can't nobody tell ya what gettin' killed feel like

The trill is trill, the fake is fake

And they don't make bulletproof vests for your face

Yeah!

[Hook]

And you don't want problems, bitch nigga believe it

They hands is on the trigger and they ready to squeeze it

So save all that drama, them boys tote armor

I'll have ya layin' dead right in front of your mama

And you don't want problems, bitch nigga believe it

They hands is on the trigger and they ready to squeeze it

So save all that drama, them boys tote armor

I'll have ya layin' dead right in front of your mama

And you don't want problems, bitch nigga believe it

They hands is on the trigger and they ready to squeeze it

So save all that drama, them boys tote armor

I'll have ya layin' dead right in front of your mama

And you don't want problems, bitch nigga believe it

They hands is on the trigger and they ready to squeeze it

So save all that drama, them boys tote armor

I'll have ya layin' dead right in front of your mama