[Intro]
My mama said I got death on me (My eyes stressed some)
The reason why I got this vest on me (Ayy, n***a left on me)
Helluva made this beat baby
Bitch (Bitch)
Ayy, free Lil easy, Bitch
(Back to the street shit)
And free Skeet bitch (Back to the street shit)
I ain't hiding, bitch I'm in the city (Bitch, bitch)
Fuck with me (Bitch, bitch, back to the street shit)
Back to the street shit
Bitch, bitch, Back to the street shit (4 gang in this)
I ain't hiding, bitch I'm in the city

[Verse]
Ain't into talking n***a, la-la-la
Ain't been the same bitch since I got shot (Duh)
My leg hurt, aye but he got dropped
We got knots
Free my pop, fuck my opps
Nah for real (Bitch!)
You gon make more than the news, if you touch my watch
Yelling free my Uncle Nells ([?])
You ain't never take a life, I can tell
How to playing murder in that cell, kinda shook ya
You need a whooping
Give me dub, I'll cook it (Pussy!)
Hunnit thousand on me all took
Seven murders in, all hoodies
Quick to top something just for looking
Quick to drop something, I'm a bully
Handgun chop, its a fully
Old school chop, Mr. Woody (Mr. Woody n***a, y'all n***as know how we coming)
Bitch don't come around asking bout nobody (Bitch)
Every n***a round me toting silent
See us on the wood cause he dropped me
Fuck he getting mad, cause he had
Four chops deep when we ride
Big fours, bitch you can't divide it
Hustle boys, yeah I got it tatted
Push yo shit back cause he ready
Back to the street shit
I was gone, now I'm back on the east bitch
I ain't hiding, bitch, I'm in the city
[Outro]
4 gang, or no gang n***a