Gotta Make A Getaway

[Intro: D Tha Unknown, Dirty Red & Bloody Bones]
Devil shit is constantly comin' out of my fuckin' mouth
Now it's catch up with your kind, 'cause you get's none of mine
(Devil shit is constantly comin' out of my fuckin' mouth)
Devil shit is constantly comin' out of my fuckin' mouth
Now it's catch up with your kind, 'cause you get's none of mine
(Devil shit is constantly comin' out of my fuckin' mouth)
Devil shit is constantly comin' out of my fuckin' mouth
Now it's catch up with your-
(Devil shit is constantly comin' out of my fuckin' mouth)
Now it's catch up with your kind, 'cause you get's none of mine
Devil shit is constantly comin' out of my fuckin' mouth
My Glock .9, cock mine, pop a nigga, drop time
Shoot his ass to the floor, and rob him for every dime
Now it's catch up with your kind, 'cause you get's none of mine
Devil shit is constantly comin' out of my fuckin' mouth
My-my-my Glock .9, cock mine, pop a nigga, drop time

[Verse 1: Bloody Bones]
Yo, it's Friday, my day to get up on some major ends
I gotta start jackin', gankin' 'em for my so called friends
Head all in the traffic, scopin' out the fuckin' scene
Black by cappin' and scrappin', I gotta get them green sacks
Dollars signs, gotta get mine, cock my motherfuckin' nine
See a nigga servin', he's splurgin', it's time
To make him drop it off, get the cheese, and let that nine pop, pop
Make my getaway as I jump in the car and smash out
Left a nigga bloody mess, and plus, assed out
Shit, they ain't know, I keep on jackin' 'em, and makin' my fuckin' bank stout
Next route, headed to the mall when them heavy niggas like the bar
Scopin' out the victim, [?]
Wow, walkin' with a bitch to the fuckin' parkin' lot
Ran around the corner and yell 'em: "Drop it like your pockets hot"
Doin' it like the police, you know you need put your hands behind your head
Get your cheese, kick it in the face, and see your body bloodled

[Chorus: Dirty Red]
A psychopathic killer on the streets, and I'm still livin' large
A psychopathic killer on the streets, and I'm still livin' large
A psychopathic killer on the streets, and I'm still livin' large
A psychopathic killer on the streets, and I'm still livin' large

[Verse 2: Player 1]
Uh, remember when back in the days when I assed out, cashed out?
Seventeen [?] fast mouth
Takin' no fuckin' shortage 'cause I'ma young ruthless hustler
Pistol playin' bustas, blastin' on you real niggas
And if I underestimate you, you still gotta be quick on the trigger
I be stackin' up all my cheese for a year, and I still sell green
Sellin' ounces for the nine at the age of eighteen
Now I'm broke out of 'Grove, man, just about to go, man
I'ma roll one to be funky [?] you will be get to serve the dope package
And niggas is lookin' for me because they hearin' I'm doin' [?]
Gotta get away, gotta get away
Niggas is [?] goddamn that they jump and end up with that motherfuckin' snitch play
Gotta be findin' a place when layin' low and just hidin', G
So, when I'm not [?], motherfucker, [?]
Workin' and clockin' for eighty dollars of motherfuckin' week
Like [?] I want to get back all my fuckin' fee
I was lookin' for the power move and then I got a great slam
Little heinous [?] twenty-eight grams
Back on a come-up, makin' my pockets fat, ho
Gotta go to the store to buy the [?] vest and put old-up bankroll
Clockin' dough, rockin' dope, cop blockin' block, poppin' blow
Packin' [?] from left and right, gotta lay low and out of sight

[Chorus: Dirty Red]
A psychopathic killer on the streets, and I'm still livin' large
A psychopathic killer on the streets, and I'm still livin' large

[Verse 3: DJ Sound]
I'm on a fuckin' getaway, scopin' out the vogues, ridin' low, pro
Helicopters in the sky, shinin' lights down below
I'm paranoid, but I don't show I stay real calm
Jumpin' in and outta car, gon' some want you another one
Federal ride through my hood, lookin' for cruisin' shit
My niggas in the hood know whassup, so I had [?] but this
The cops are spotted me, I'm still on streets, so now they on my ass
I'm runnin' through backyards, overhills, lookin' for [?]
They couldn't catch up with me, after the run, and I ended up up in an alley
I'm tired, out of breath, and now it's time for me to jack somebody
I jacked the nigga that I caught slippin', named him: "Drop it off"
[?] so I made him pay the fuckin' cost
I balled off in this nigga's car, yeah, and now we rollin'
[?]
But it don't matter 'cause this shit happens every day
DJ Sound is a nigga on a motherfuckin' getaway
Bitch

[Outro: Bloody Bones & Dirty Red]
Got my-Got my-Got my Glock .9, cock mine, pop a nigga, drop time
A psychopathic killer on the streets, and I'm still livin' large
Got my Glock-got my-got my Glock .9, cock mine, pop a nigga, drop time
A psychopathic killer on the streets, and I'm still livin' large
Got my-Got my-Got my Glock .9, cock mine, pop a nigga, drop time
A psychopathic killer on the streets, and I'm still livin' large
Got my-Got my-Got my Glock .9, cock mine, pop a nigga, drop time
A psycho-A psycho-A psychopathic killer on the streets, and I'm still livin' large
Shoot his ass to the floor, and rob him for every-