[Yung Ooze:]
Two strikes, turn that pussy to a sacrifice
Slash and gut the gar, ash the blunt and park, roll the window down and ask the price
I’ve always hated flashing lights
I’d rather grab the mask and knife
Snag the cash in spite the fact I smashed your bitch for asking nice
I’m passing pipes and glass and spikes
I bag the ice, ignite the rags in gasoline
One strike of the match and now we talking thrice
Three strikes
I might forget the events of tonight
Ruby all bite, leave ’em bleeding
Leave the scene and say goodnight
[Lil Cut Throat:]
If we got business, motherfucker, let me know
Everybody know my rep since 1994
I don’t swing high if I got that nine, bitch in Calvin Klein
Blunts borderline, fuck it, still smoke it anyway
I be that suicidal worshipped idol
Filled up with that medication
Burning bibles, grab your child
Chopper style a generation
Reading revelations got me thinking
Been ready to die but I ain’t got no fucking patience
You feel me?
[Shakewell:]
Waking up, dirty sodas get poured in
I had some blues, but I sold ’em
Keep K’s and Glocks but they stolen
I might just flip ’em and profit
Making more off licks, run your pockets
My OG’s poppin a rocket
I pray to God they free Gozm
But God don’t hear me, these prophets
Is all too false so I’m mobbing
If you can’t get ’em, I got ’em
Pull up and handle the problem
Squeeze three, hear it move through he breeze
Now you standing bloody, can’t breathe
Got goonies who gone off that tweak
Sip syrup and drank Hennessy
That just be the truth through these streets