Horror (feat. Tyler Woods)

We the bang, shoot 'em up gang

We up in them streets, see the wolves and the fangs

You can see the horror through the scope with an aim

All the real Gs front line do the same

Criminal mind state, crack on my mom plate

Locks on that murder shit, we boost the crime rate

All black bandana, connects in Atlanta

Trayvon hoodie on, taped up banana

My **** on that wild shit

Life ain't the way he planned it

When he fought traffic ticket

Fuck around and got remanded

All I keep is cash money

Stacks in the rubber band

She don't wanna fuck with him

She said he's a bird man

Now I'm on my weed shit

Early morning trying to find a dutch

Letters from Valhalla

I'm trying to stay in touch

Even though I'm rich

I jump out the car with the AR

Yo, Tyler, tell him who we are

We the bang, shoot 'em up gang

We up in them streets, see the wolves and the fangs

You can see the horror through the scope with an aim

All the real Gs front line do the same

Yeah, you wanna fuck with The Lox, boy? (Boy)

You better come with that Glock, boy (Boy)

Yeah, they run with them dope boys (Boys)

All the killers and gangsters, boy

Let it bang, never will the goonery stop

The devil knock the same time opportunity knock

I'm sick, like I never have immunity shots

I'm in the mood to let off

Who in the mood to get popped?

I'm hungry, like I ain't got no food in the pot

What I can do with this work

What I can do with the Glock

I can get the strip lit up cause a funeral

Let it squeeze and feel it in my cuticles

Yellow M6, shit brown hooptie

You ain't that wavy, you ain't that loopy

Welcome to the fellowship

Salute me or shoot me

Alpha Wolf Ghost, let it bang with the uzi

We the bang, shoot 'em up gang

We up in them streets, see the wolves and the fangs

You can see the horror through the scope with an aim

All the real Gs front line do the same

Yeah, you wanna fuck with The Lox, boy? (Boy)

You better come with that Glock, boy (Boy)

Yeah, they run with them dope boys (Boys)

All the killers and gangsters, boy

Silence is still golden

Salute to the **** that

Blew a couple Ms on nothing and still holding

Clip empty, barrel still smoking

It wasn't done right if the casket is still open

Revoked ya G pass, wake funeral then the reed passed

Deserve a hollow tip in each knee cap

Cover in killers that just relapsed

Show up where you sleep at, eat at, believe that

Yeah, buckshot slugs in every shottie

'Cause the gates ain't pearly for everybody

The horror of not being able to see the 'morrow

Is the saga of this thing of ours that we a part of

We the bang, shoot 'em up gang

We up in them streets, see the wolves and the fangs

You can see the horror through the scope with an aim

All the real Gs front line do the same

You wanna fuck with The Lox, boy? (Boy)

You better come with that Glock, boy (Boy)

Yeah, they run with them dope boys (Boys)

All the killers and gangsters, boy

We the bang, shoot 'em up gang

We up in them streets, see the wolves and the fangs

You can see the horror through the scope with an aim

All the real Gs front line do the same

You wanna fuck with The Lox, boy? (Boy)

You better come with that Glock, boy (Boy)

Yeah, they run with them dope boys (Boys)

All the killers and gangsters, boy