My boys they be on the block
Dacking steal, Fighting for kills
Swing bats at the bunch of dogs
Then watch us run from cops
My boys they be on the block
Dacking steal, Fighting for kills
Swing bats at the bunch of dogs
Then watch us run from cops
My boys they be on the block
C Town to the Burn, cous
To hard to stop yea
Stomp it Stomp it Stomp it (Hmm)
Not wearing lubes
But the bottom of my shoes are red
Kick it, Stomp it
Keep going aim for heads
Kick 'til they pronounce him...
No remorse for the opposition
If they come down trippin'
Then I guarantee I'm twistin'
I guarantee so listen
Down for the Burn lad
Aint no switchin, cous
Like this is what I love
Like this is what I do
Run it up and cut right through
Those your boys then why'd you push and shove
Got options blades, bats, gats
No questions that I run with all the above
Drillers Drillers Drillers
Aint mean shit 'til you meet these k
No remorse, No remorse
Don't forgive, Don't forget
Like drill on them
Like let it spill on them
Ain't no 'Who wants to be a driller'
No you can't go phone a friend
We out here trynna leave ops beaten, black and blue
Got bats in boot
But if we need them clips
Then we put them gats there too
My boys they be on the block
Dacking steal, Fighting for kills
Swing bats at the bunch of dogs
Then watch us run from cops
My boys they be on the block
Dacking steal, Fighting for kills
Swing bats at the bunch of dogs
Then watch us run from cops
They claim my area but when do you run down ops
Like when did you let it pop
Like lad this actin' needs to stop
Like yea cous this beef is real
We out on the streets for real
Had a n b at my feet
Point to the boys who done that drill
They say they been on the road since young
Lad we all been on the road since young
All this talk bout guns
But how many times have you used that pump
You cant rep this side are you dumb
I got brothers keen to put work in for these ends
And they all know what I've done
Wait stop lad are you telling me you got clips
Why'd my boy have to get the job done wit' your stick
Let a man do a mans job lad
You aint made for all of this kid
Slice or die for all of my click
No ride or die, Just ride and dip (dip it dip it)
My boys they be on the block
Dacking steal, Fighting for kills
Swing bats at the bunch of dogs
Then watch us run from cops
My boys they be on the block
Dacking steal, Fighting for kills
Swing bats at the bunch of dogs
Then watch us run from cops
Houdini when your crew sees me
Like where do they go
Like where do they take off to
When I touch them roads
Who even knows
Call it magic when they off and leave no manners
That's so rude that's so soft
Off in a flash no camera
Had them ops disappear like Abra Cadabra (Pooft)
Like fuck all them boys from there
Fuck all them boys from (Shhh)
Dirty boys starting shit over minor matters
Like welcome to the trenches
My teams gettin' jumpy
Your teams jumpin' fences
Them youngens out there crazy
Don't worry about that sentence
Coppin it straight to the chin lad
No doubt that they can't prevent it