We represent destruction nigga, death

Mayhem, murder and madness nigga

You try me you gon′ dieYou try the squad you gon' die

Pourin up drank sippin′ wok by the pint

Rich nigga I buy you my friendship with the bank

My bougie bitch be actin like she loyal but she aint

Fell in love with a hood rat and she walk stank

My brother down the road wit a extendo on his shank

Feel like I can do whatever never say I can't

I won't move off my emotions I′mma always think

Tracker on his car catch him at the light & bang

I′m a east side nigga with a bank roll

Used to call us country they don't want no gun smoke

I′m with the shit but countin money more fun tho

All the ops say they hard why they run for

All these choppas I can open up a gun store

Really street I ain't goin for the Gusto

Give you cash money I cant give no fucks tho

Buck shots hit his stomach now his guts gone

Walk that nigga down

Walk that nigga down

Walk that nigga down

Walk that nigga down

Walk that nigga down

Walk that nigga down

Walk that nigga down

Put your man down better not make a sound

Brand new Diamondback and it hold 100 rounds

I aint hit no kids cuz I walk my man down

I won′t hit no kids I'mma walk my man down

AK or the SK

Late night, broad day

223 change your heart rate

Nigga softer than a parfait

Used to serve in the hallway

Nigga sold me a bag it was all shake

Called him back like I want 8

Thought I came to shop but it was all take

Pussy, you know what I′m on pussy

You only tough on the camera phone pussy

I aint finna rob you get your gamble on pussy

Yall the type of niggas we put hammers on pussy

Beef about a bitch you a tender dick rookie

I can't even cap his baby mamas shit gushy

Amiri jeans stuffed with the blues all Tookie

Used to sell the gas now I'm sellin all cookie

Walk that nigga down

Walk that nigga down

Walk that nigga down

Walk that nigga down

Walk that nigga down

Walk that nigga down

Walk that nigga down

Put your man down better not make a sound

Brand new Diamondback and it hold 100 rounds

I aint hit no kids cuz I walk my man down

I won′t hit no kids I′mma walk my man down

This hood shit don't matter but when my nigga dies

Somebody gotta answer

Told him put his gun down and he didn′t make it to another November

Told my boy leave town but he don't have the bread

To really leave the gutter

And I′m starting to wonder, gotta find ways to not go under

Bro wants to kill again

Told him be patient you don't kill civilians

The drop will come back out if its written in

No we don′t pray for war, but if it comes niggas know what we built for

Niggas know what we built for

Shootouts in the winter

Bro got bigger

Finally came home but to no real niggas

Just dice and liquor his old girl

But he don't miss her

He aint the same he can't be with her

Tell me how to cope right

So many dead friends your prayers for the whole night

Tell me how to grow right

Locked in the cell and you hearing that your bro died

New state of mind, if a nigga trips dont waste no time

Stay alive, stay alive

We spin and these niggas claim the crown

Bro wants to kill again

Told him be patient, these poor civilians

The drop will come back out

Back out

What′s written in

Will never miss

We′ll never miss

Bro wants to kill again

Told him be patient you don't kill civilians

The drop will come back out if it′s written in

No we don't pray for war

But if it comes niggas know what we built for

Niggas know what we built for