Eye for an Eye (Bonus)

[Intro: Big Flock]
This shit crankin' right? I already know
Long live the men
Free the men

[Hook: Big Flock]
Wish my dawg come back but he can't
'Cause bitch if he could, he'd be right here with me
It's either slime or get slimed better keep you your iron
'Cause the streets gettin' way too sticky
Niggas don't stand on their word, they too iffy
Rounds in the car, it's a cool 150
Who in the car? Man, it's just me and brodie
We like Zack and Cody
Lost two dawgs, one hour
Shit hurtin' my soul and lately I ain't getting no sleep
Soon as I'm closing my eyes I'm seeing visions of my men tryna backdoor me
Bitch it's a eye for an eye
When the temperatures rise, tryna see what the score gon' be
They talk cash shit, but they dying for free

[Verse 1: Big Flock]
I went broke like a injury
Shit took me out of the game, I was stuck on the bench
Bro put me back in the game
Come to the hood, I'm the coach I ain't look back since
Nigga I ain't squashin' no beef I ain't takin' no sorries
Hell nah, I ain't makin' amends
When I was locked in the feds I was networking
Meeting plugs, wasn't makin' no friends
Moneyboy gone it don't make any sense
Better keep you your stick, the streets getting intense
Who the fuck in that car, we can't see through the tints
If they droppin' that window, we shoot through the fence
Headshot, we ain't shooting self defense
My dawg took a cop, he bout to self-surrend'
Twelve on dick, keep tryna apprehend

[Hook: Big Flock]
Wish my dawg come back but he can't
'Cause bitch if he could, he'd be right here with me
It's either slime or get slimed better keep you your iron
'Cause the streets gettin' way too sticky
Niggas don't stand on their word, they too iffy
Rounds in the car, it's a cool 150
Who in the car? Man, it's just me and brodie
We like Zack and Cody
Lost two dawgs, one hour
Shit hurtin' my soul and lately I ain't getting no sleep
Soon as I'm closing my eyes I'm seeing visions of my men tryna backdoor me
Bitch it's a eye for an eye
When the temperatures rise, tryna see what the score gon' be
They talk cash shit, but they dying for free

[Verse 2: Bender Pullem]
Talkin' that shit, I ain't listening
I ain't gon' go to the show if I can't get my pistol in
Hours, I'm spinnin' they block 'til I'm tired
Say he gon' rob me, niggas be dissin'
.762 make his ass do a cartwheel
Niggas be cappin' they rap shit is not real
Nigga want perkies, I served him some Nyquil
Niggas be goofy and gay that's what I feel
Thought he was gangster as shit, was a ho
Bitch ass nigga just died off a pole
They can't match the Balenci', got hit with a ghost
Niggas ain't having motion, them niggas be broke
Try backdoor me, drop some shit at your front
Boy that pussy gon' bleed like that time of the month
Opp from the waterpark, serve you some crunch
Opp niggas be dissin', ain't seen 'em in months