[Hook]
If you ain't from my hood, you could get from 'round here (x8)
[Verse 1: Lil Bibby]
Terror town, no limit gang, MB, we let pistols ring
Lil Bibby, I dare a n***a try to jump silly, lot of new n***as trying to
f** with me, I don't f** with guys that ain't 150, and the opps scared
To come near me, cause you know a n***a keep the pump with me; I be posted up with my
Crew n***a, trigger happy, we shoot n***as - move around, who is you, n***a?
Who is you, n***a?
My little n***as do take downs with the trey pound, put your face down
If he don't get down, make him lay down - if he try to run, get chased down
Let him hear how the eight sound, now they got yellow tape 'round
They was sleep, but they awake now, and my hood don't play around
[Hook]
If you ain't from my hood, you could get from 'round here (x8)
[Verse 2: Lil Herb]
If you ain't from the Eight Block, better move around, ain't no walking on the
Set b**h, cause we reckless, we'll shoot him down - work a n***a like he
Losing pounds, Vito City, our name ranging, throwing signs we
Gang banging, Black Mob ain't no sh**, don't tell shooter
We name-changing, that's on the guys, run up on him with the black Mag
In the black mask, leave him on his a**, we whacking sh**, and that's no surprise
If you lowkey, better hope it last, cause we on that, and I don't think y'all
Want that, leave a n***a stinking on Colfax, speeding in the Lincoln
No throwback, now I'm back up on the Ess** block, .30 poppers with a
Extra Glock, my n***as got 47 sweating hot, so you better run when that beretta co*ked
[Hook] (x9)