[Intro: Sample]
This display of vandalism is just a small fraction of the problem with gangs in Richmond. Police say they play a role in every crime ranging from drugs, to armed robberies; tonight, an exclusive report on gang activity

[Verse 1: Saliva Grey]
Grey is out to fuck 'em and is lurking out by hiding
Bitch you seepin'
Leave you pussy bleeding out like I was indecent
This summer I'm gon' push a pack across a never reach area
I been making bread and serving red just like a pita
Jugging walk around the city fiendin' for the needle
And the gang will take your soul out for cheddar I'm a reaper
Oh no
Wanna go back, what, I wanna go back
I don't wanna pop another prozac
Always spend the days and the weeks on the grind tryna eat, nah fuck that
You're at me, wanna combat, ugh
Still so sad, I'm a scumbag, uh
Push another sack and pockets looking fatter
Now I'm looking like the motherfucker Kodak, ugh
I don't love, I just fail, yeah
Roll a blunt, for the head, what
Left, right, down, to the boulevard, loud
Dirty soda and my dutch, guns hanging out my mount
I got frowns on my frowns, I got pounds and these sounds
And I murder pussy, feed that bitch a dick up in the pound, yeah
Leave 'em up inside the chamber, let 'em out eventually
Their crew goin' face down, put the gold up on the griller, ayy
I put 'em in a slow cooker, feed up on the energy
Then eat a bozo, no all these rappers got their eyes on me
[Verse 2: 99zed]
Serving adderall to the college kids, I'm taxing it
I been jugging and finessing while I'm counting up these racks, bitch
Fuck a gram sale 'cause we smoking out the pack, bitch
So get up out my face when you talking all that wack shit
My bank account on empty, I ain't buying shit
And Saliva got that perc, he be supplying it
I'm a jiggy motherfucker, no denying it
When I get a phone call, I get to riding, bitch
Yeah, we getting real sloppy, feel like Rocky when I'm swinging, ugh
Keep my circle tight, we ride or die, fuck who you bringing? Ugh
Shawty do the split up on my dick, she getting freaky
But I put the chrome right to your dome if these pussies dissing me
It's that river-city style, cruising with a Black & Mild
187 running shit like it's the fucking mile
And my lungs are dead from the cigarettes
And your mans is dead 'cause we keep the TEC
And my tans is pressed 'cause I don't give a fuck
I'm a dead man walking with my hoodie up
And I never make a deal unless it's with the devil
And my eyes are really low when the smoke starts to settle, ugh\
(Yeahh)