Baton Vietnam

Verse:1
Cops tryna find us, and cops shots flying nadas
Bullets hitting by standers, they say they supplying cancer
Sound effects fire crackers, we blitzing like line backers, turned children into bastarders, moma crying in front of pastor

Hook:
And I heard the women screamed, man down murder scene and we glorify take life of a human being, welcome to my city this what murder mean

Verse:2
Who come to Baton Rouge, make sure you pack ah tool, don’t cruise threw my avenue
Want smoke then a pack of kools
Cross that track unblunt roll
Denyell to the front door, all we know is gun smoke, and we go re turn tore
Shoots from the cutta member that night left of shots with my brother
And the same night they hit em left him and my mother in the living room crying got hit blood brother so I had to flush em
Retaliate less than an hour, put this shit behind me
Go joce for that pow if Casey was tommy, I’m voch for that pound
Fuck over you shoot out all throat out of your collar
Shout out that wood, that bitch like my second home, they really was that thing but shit changed since Zoe gone mane
Float down Saleeby feeling oak in so long
Use to ride down 75th and banks to scope man folks zone
Brooks town them niggas certified, easy town ,walk down we got murder ties
I’m in Zion city riding wit it
Murder on my mind, riding in the passenger seat letting the devil drive

Hook:x2
And I heard the women screamed, man down murder scene and we glorify take life of a human being, welcome to my city this what murder mean

Verse:3
SouthSide land lord, Shout out hatch he the land lord, have you riding round that bitch Paranoid
Let em fly like planes at a airport
Park town in the hole, them niggas distribute them pounds and loads
I swear them Gordillaies train to go
Started that yea shit round the globe
Ghost town and Dixie’s I was beefing with them hoods
But you ain’t had shit to do with Zoe body then big brother we good
Ain’t got to explain what’s understood bitch we still gon Ride for toog
Yea Hollywood where it look good, but I’m still with that choppa on goodwood
Murders on the daily, hot damon where they caught shellz
Super hero niggas dying thinking this shit is marville
CeCe loft thief, spinning the gonna blast back
Don’t let moe go in mad max I bet you that won’t pass back
And this a prayer form the trenches
Forgive my city need repentance
The killing endless and so many age Victims
Over crowed jail system like welcome to hell nigga

Hook:x2
And I heard the women screamed, man down murder scene and we glorify take life of a human being, welcome to my city this what murder mean