Uh, the Bleeda gang, uh-huh, uh

They know what up with us, we been leavin' stains, ****

Dirty world that we live in, pick that side, you get picked out (Get picked out)

Ain't shit safe, not even that bitch that you fuck, she gon' get chalked

Red bandanna 'round the pap, knew who it was, bitch, we lay law

Bitch, stop playin', that Drac' the last thing he saw (Aight)

Long live the guys, free them Bleedas

Hold up, free them trigger squeezers, trained shooters (Trained shooters)

.223 with a sixty ball, Dooski still use rugers (Still use Rugers)

Don't be stupid, mention the gang, like we don't film movies on **** block when we shootin', use your brain before you lose it

I'm like John Wick when he lost his dog, I'm out my mind tryna touch anything that's fuckin' with any one of them sides

That shit be for the 'gram, he fakin', knowin' damn well he ain't no savage

His son hidin', gang tried to zip his daddy

Glock 23 on me, a opp play, coolin' with Osama (Coolin' with Osama)

Float down that bitch street, they say it's beef, we gon' cook it with no problem (Aight)

Get from over there, they copped out, tried to go surf in the bottom

Hop out, I'm tryna show a bitch this what happen when I spot you (Rrr)

ARP and the Micro, the two in the front got handguns

On a drill, I'll never fold (I'll never fold)

Up your shit, I bet I'll stand one

Gang step, we want a soul (Want a soul)

I missed, double back, I gotta blam somethin'

Fuck 'round and pick a role, run to your door and get a in-one

**** scared to get in the field, his partner smashed, go get his remix

**** dissed me in a song, just want some fame, I can't believe this (Uh-uh)

On frontline, strapped with a .223, don't know nothin' 'bout no defense (Don't know nothin' 'bout no defense)

4th quarter pressure, almost left shh face slumped on the cement (Yeah)

They know I'm vicious, grew up 'round street **** killin' robbers

Known fact that gang put in work, we'll snatch a **** mama, or better yet'll snatch his toddler

Bitch, I hang with real shottas that'll close somethin' (Yeah), switch and get ghost, bitch, shoutout to Don Dada

Ain't with that sideline beef, keep it street, or get your grave dug (Yeah)

Punch, drag you, and step back on a drill, and shoot this bitch like J. Harden (Harden)

They with the shits, call that bitch DOA, don't never graze nothin'

Whop ruthless, paranoid, booted off Heny tryna snake somethin' (Tryna snake somethin')

Ain't a **** in the city they could say Peso copped out to

Step up to me, I'ma show you how I get down and come off you

What up? You tryna fuck with that?

These ****, they ain't 'bout shit

We bust brains, leave **** with a bloodstain on they outfit (Rrr)

I keep one in the head (Rrr), if I don't get off first, I'ma die to the side when I shoot back (Brrt, brrt)

My OG gon' lose her mind, she about Peso gettin' whacked (Brrt, brrt)

We step first tryna slump shit (Brrt)

Don't believe in gettin' whacked

Don't believe in gettin' whacked

I keep one in the head, if I don't get off first, I'ma die to the other side

Mhm, she about Peso

I'm tryna— Don't believe in gettin' whacked

Don't believe in gettin' whacked

Peso