[Chorus]
Never know who real until you see they true colors
This a party only meant for my brothers
Run up, I'ma blow, won't fold under pressure
Heart too cold, so I always keep me a sweater
Walked through a storm, I ain't had no umbrella
Switch to big sh*t, I can get a Beretta
sh*t can get wicked, put you on a stretcher
Give respect, but who got time for a lecture?
[Verse 1]
Don't fu*k with too many, I stay in my section
This just a warning, I keep me a weapon
Don't use it for fun, it's just for my protection
They tried to take me out, see my vocals is blessing
Push the wrong bu*tons, I'll teach you a lesson
Keep trying your luck, man, this sh*t can get hectic
These ni**as be b*tches, this sh*t is pathetic
Don't really do disses, but I can get reckless
Ain't nan' ni**a out here puttin' fear in my heart
Riding foreign, soon I'ma have to push to start
They think music just a song, man, this sh*t is an art
You can survive in the streets, you just gotta be smart
That's why I'm walking around with this here Desert Eagle
Tryna make a way for me and all my people
Blessed with a gift, but I'm fighting this evil
Blessed with a gift, but I'm fighting this evil
[Chorus]
But you never know who real until you see they true colors
This a party only meant for my brothers
Run up, I'ma blow, won't fold under pressure
Heart too cold, so I always keep me a sweater
Walked through a storm, I ain't need no umbrella
Switch to big sh*t, I can get a Beretta
sh*t can get wicked, put you on a stretcher
Yeah, sh*t can get wicked, put you on a stretcher
[Verse 2]
Dooda stepped up in the club, now the party started
A ni**a test me in this b*tch, I just might catch a body
Really came to party, I don't really need the violence
And the hoes like how I rock, swear the birds flock
I got sweet tooth, think she like me, she just grab my co*k
I just took a ni**a b*tch, so now he wanna plot
Say it's smoke, you a goofy, boy, you better stop
You know already seventeen what it hold in the Glock
And you know twelve fu*k with 12, they always calling the cops
I'm 'bout my cheese, 'bout my green, no, I don't beef with the opps
And when the body drop, that's when the beefin' just stops
Flashing they guns on the 'Gram, they just use 'em for props
We don't treat it like no game, b*tch, we knocking 'em off
And if we see 'em in the party, b*tch, we poppin' it off
I ain't stoppin', tryna pin his fu*kin' head on the wall
I ain't stoppin', tryna pin his fu*kin' head on the wall
[Chorus]
But you never know who real until you see they true colors
This a party only meant for my brothers
Run up, I'ma blow, won't fold under pressure
Heart too cold, so I always keep me a sweater
Walked through a storm, I ain't need no umbrella
Switch to big sh*t, I can get a Beretta
sh*t can get wicked, put you on a stretcher
Yeah, sh*t can get wicked, put you on a stretcher
[Outro]
Ayy, sh*t can get wicked, put you on a stretcher, ayy
sh*t can get wicked, put you on a stretcher, ayy
sh*t can get wicked, put you on a stretcher, ayy
sh*t can get wicked, put you on a stretcher
sh*t can get wicked, put you on a stretcher
sh*t can get wicked, put you on a stretcher
sh*t can get wicked, put you on a stretcher
sh*t can get wicked, put you on a stretcher
We really the sh*t, ni**a
Y'all cannot fu*k with us
You know it's up with us
Oh, you know it's stuck with us
We come and get you gone
You know it's up with us
Spider my car, Spider my car
You know it's up with us