(Adlibs: “Boom! Boom!” “Skrrt!” “Gang sh

(Adlibs: “Boom! Boom!” “Skrrt!” “Gang shit, niguh, you know the vibes!”) [Verse 1] Late night, creepin’ through the East, got the blick tucked, Told my shorty, “Chill, I’m on a mission, ain’t no kiss-ups.” Hit a lick on 5th Street, masked up, zipped up, Caught a goofy lackin’, had to strip him, made him hiccup. Heard his phone buzz, text said, “Yo, they comin’.” Too late—door slammed, whole gang started dumpin’. Blood on the ceiling, bodies on the floor, Brains on the counter like they wanted more. (Adlibs: “Niguh couldn’t duck!” “Blow his wig back!”) [Chorus] Bodies on the floor, mops in the trap, Cops on patrol, still bustin’ packs. Revenge in my veins, no turnin’ back, It’s a war outside, you can’t relax. (Adlibs: “Boom-boom!” “Clean up on aisle six, niguh!”) [Verse 2] Couple weeks later, heard his boys want revenge, Pulled up to they mama crib, now they talkin’ ‘bout “Let’s be friends.” Fuck that, niguh, I don’t play pretend, Caught his lil’ bro slippin’, popped him through the Benz. Petty with it—left his Jordans on the porch, Spray-painted “op pack” across his granny’s front door. Ain’t no love here, we just takin’ out the trash, Duct tape, zip ties, throw his body in the grass. (Adlibs: “Pussy-ass niguhs!” “Shoulda stayed in yo’ lane!”) [Chorus] Bodies on the floor, blood in the streets, My heart cold as ice, I don’t skip a beat. Keep the Draco loaded, case we gotta sweep, Death on the block, niguh, play for keeps. (Adlibs: “Boom-boom-boom!” “Ayo, he folded like a lawn chair!”) [Outro] Now I’m sittin’ back, countin’ all this cash, Laughin’ at these niguhs while I blow a pack. Funeral line long, opp moms wearin’ black, Say my name in the hood? Better know it’s facts. (Adlibs: “Gang shit, niguh!” “Bodies, bodies, bodies!”) (Beat fades out with eerie sirens and distant gunshots)