Hellcats & Trackhawks (Remix)

[Verse]
If you gangster get yo lick back
If you really in the streets, pussy nigga go get yo kill back
These niggas faker than a barbie, they don’t fuck wit that
I’m from the projects, little nigga I was raised in that
They took me out, but ain’t nothing changed bout that
I’m in the south where you out yo house you can get rolled at
Sent that boy up to the ‘sptile then went up to heaven
Niggas dying and folks ain't sliding imma take they weapons
It’s bout who up it first, youngins got that quick react
Opps dying off bad percs, having heart attacks
A damn shame I want his motherfucking body back
Imma say all props inside my songs 'fore the feds rеact
Kill his big homies 'fore the opps rеact
Cutting heads, I'm really thinking some wasn't born for that
Just like my pops, I’m tryna soldier shit
But I’m tryna start a movement, on some older shit
New generations, I’m tryna lead the bitch
Still a demon, I’ll still split a wig
I be fiending on some junkie shit
Couple bands get a nigga whacked
These niggas gang babies, they all know how to stack
Big 803 that's all on my hat
From the 803, I’ll never cap
Speaking of, Imma pop a thirty
Maybe two that upgrade to sixty
Sip some lean, I’ll say I’m feeling purdy
I don’t sip no liquor bitch I’m pouring dirty
I’ll be in the industry still trapping thirty's
I’m getting bands and it’s not for showing
Having talks about the future, I’m planning wit the broski’s
I hope these niggas really know who own it
Every time it’s a murder my number gone get phoned it
Brodie pop a ecstasy, then his skills get honed in
I just bought a AR it come wit like 3 switches
I can’t keep sipping tussin it give me face twitches
They know I run this shit so now they sick wit it
Pounds for the low I got the connects wit it
Hellcats and Trackhawks
The south relentless over here we run yo ass off
I’m in the city full of murder, Chicago on par
You take it lightly, little nigga we take it real far
I’m on a pill it’s Juice WRLD time, I’m finna blast off
Ain’t no Future, tell these youngins don’t take they mask off
Who make maps where my city at, bitch
I know bout the shootings but on bro I can’t get into that, bitch
In the south we in yo house then it’s lights out, bitch
Tell yo favorite rapper I’m in the industry, bitch
I’m too turnt but why they never feeling me, bitch
I throw fours, ain’t kick doors but I know who into that, federal
Ain’t give no fucks, my heart cold just where my city at
Across my back, that’s where Gotti at
I’m from the south, folks sleep on the killings there
You in the 'Mo best get low, don’t lose yo top in there