(Verse 1)
Let a n***a try me (try me)
Shooters round your house using walky talkies
And we ain't fearin nobody
Everything's a go , gta iv
Police beating brutal they on care bout yo age
Screaming f** 12 only love 12 on dat gauge
They say im chris brown cute wit alota rage
So i be in the house call that my dog cage
Got some dogs up in these streets no owners
Trespa**ing add you to the list of country murders
And truey ima hot n***a bobby shmurda
Go ask anybody and they gon tell you word up
Yh alota b**hes sayin, my brain f**ed up
Some right, some wrong but ima still f** some
Cause most of em ain't my type so ima choose some
If that p**y ain't right then that b**h s**in
Koolin on the block that ain't my hobby
Street smart so i know how errything gon be
Never ever been a dummy
That's what we turn you to when dem shots coming
I ain't tryna influence y'all into violence
But the hook is the root of the track str8 common sense
S/o to my real n***as, s/o cosh
In a couple seconds broskii took over 10 shots
Over 10 spots, got hit by dem Glocks
Came back fired shots, n***as positioned squats
& One day like stars ima shine
Get a call from la ima be there like 9