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[Intro]
(Teris Jay did that)

[Verse]
Brodie said they want me dead, don't leave without the Glock (Right)
I done spinned around they block about a hundred times (Dead homies)
That boy ain't livin' like that, he just writin' rhymes (Stop the cap)
You lost your mans three years ago, still ain't nobody died (No)
Drop one of us, so ain't no choice, we all gotta slide (On hood)
Your mans a bitch, he hit the county, he was terrified
The homies rolled him up 'cause he was scared to fight (Oh, he ain't fight)
Aw, damn, your brother told, he should've put up a fight (Stop the snitchin')
I know that's your brother, you still love him still (Aight)
Even though he got put off, he still gettin' killed (On hood)
Your best friend died in your face, how that make you feel?
All that did was make you smoke cigs and pop pills (Fuck no)
Deep down, know you a bitch, I know that make you sick (Ooh)
I know you wanna split a wig, you just scared to up the blick
I'm never scared, I see an opp and empty out the clip
Last thing that boy saw was the beam on the stick
F&N fuck up his body, it's makin' him twitch
If I go down for a body, I'm pleadin' the Fifth
Free T2, he beat an opp, then he went to the pit (Free the hood)
I'm an avenue joint known for bustin' on shit (Teris Jay did that)
I'ma rob another chink if this rap shit don't work
If I can't sneak it in the club, put the gun in your purse
You don't really want no body, shot with your eyes closed
Let me hear a nigga say, "Web," I'm breakin' his nose
S5, you're a rapper, you gotta lay low
I'm still down to strip a nigga out his gold
I'm still slidin', tryna take a nigga soul (Still slidin')
Took one of ours, we took three, go check the score (Check the scoreboard)
I been slidin' broad day, tryna drill somethin' (Tryna smoke somethin')
Hoppin' out that bucket, tryna bag somethin' (Keep goin')
If they put me in the opp station, I'ma play dumb (Don't know nothin')
Like, "What you know about them killings?" Claim I don't know nothin' (Keep to myself)
If he want a fade, I'ma shoot him (Aight)
Brodie slid and caught a body, now we salute him
No crash dummy, but we got guns, so we gon' use 'em
Ain't no crash dummy, but if I'm on camera, I'm still gon' shoot 'em
Every time I hit they block, I fuck it up (Fuck it up)
See a faggot on his block, smack him up (Smack him up)
I got bag for if the homies squabble up (On hood)
Free SK, free Big Stone, man, free the pup (Teris Jay did that)

[Outro]
Free the hood
You lil' dub, dead homies
That's it