(Box Head)
Gang

When them guns go off (frrah)
Everybody get to runnin', ain't no duckin' y'all (uh, uh, get his ass)
And these lasers on these glizzies, ain't no duckin' them, nah (fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, fah)
And they claimin' that they killers, they ain't seein' us at all
And we every where, them niggas never there, I never saw 'em
And I know them niggas act like they be killin', really not
You ain't drillin', nigga, stop
Four killers run up in your spot and really see what you about
And I ain't seen shit, so I ain't tellin' shit, can't run my mouth

Sometimes I think I'm wukin' shit, them turkeys runnin' in and out
Every time them niggas diss, one come up missin', ain't no clout
How you dissin' and you broke? That shit don't add up where I'm from
You need foreigns, you need guns, ain't got that shit and then you done
Now I get it, I know why niggas clickin' up
Shit just hit me, C3, they ain't really rich as us
They ain't gettin' them bowls in, they be chasin' bitches, huh?
Worried 'bout that pussy nigga, that shit gon' get you killed or some
Shh, keep that shit on hush (quiet)
We ain't worried 'bout them niggas, man, they talk too much
And he say he was a stepper, we gon' set him up
Hop out, wet 'em up (frrah his ass)
Ain't no gettin' up (frrah)
Stretcher, pick him up (gang)

When them guns go off (frrah)
Everybody get to runnin', ain't no duckin' y'all (uh, uh, get his ass)
And these lasers on these glizzies, ain't no duckin' them, nah (fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, fah)
And they claimin' that they killers, they ain't seein' us at all
And we every where, them niggas never there, I never saw 'em
And I know them niggas act like they be killin', really not
You ain't drillin', nigga, stop
Four killers run up in your spot and really see what you about
I ain't seen shit, so I ain't tellin' shit, can't run my mouth

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Writer(s): C3, Daniele Veglia, Mark Nikolaev