Outro

[Verse:]
STL, till the death of me
I got more stripes than referee
Nigga think about testing me
We can get it bustin' like ecstasy
Ain't no bitch up in my heart
Ain't no hoes up in my squad
I love my shooters from the S
I love my killers from the MOB
And my lil hitters from TW
They give you the blues
Give that 30 to Lil Bubba and he don't play by no rules
But folks been tryna catch a body
Catch you lackin' going to school
Still talking? Bitch we never snitch
That’s something we don’t do
And I’m screaming free them guys
Till they let them niggas home
Free Lil Mikey, Brick and Justo, yeah, they'll get you gone
Screaming free the fucking guys until they let my niggas home
Free PeeWee C
Fall fifty shots and go
To real niggas that’s real
And will kill a nigga anywhere
They'll change a nigga like a spare
Tookaville on the map
Run up on me, you a fool
There’s nine times outta ten, yeah I got that move
Poppin by the hood bitch
You know I keep that tool
And shout out to my hitters on the duece
My niggas catchin bodies
Bitch we win and never lose
And shout out to K.I. - she put a couple niggas on the news
Off the zans and the drink, yea bitch I’m so high
Lots of feathers on the plane, yea bitch I’m so fly
And I’m still die R for both sides
If I catch a young dummy I swear to God he gonna die
I do this shit for real
I’m trying to check a mil without without a deal
You betta open your eyes, this shit for real
No lackin, don't get your ass killed
If you come outside with no steel lackin', you gonna get your ass drilled
My niggas never fold, never squeal
We get locked up, then we making bail
Free the guys that's locked down in them cells
And RIP my fallen soldiers that got killed