War cry, mic drop, napalm on the jacks Dirtbags lay all their homeboys to rest Shotgun on me, you should've worn a vest If I go to jail, scream, free me to the death Acting like a ***, trippin' and ride this close Take it as a mirror, using paranormal phones I see where you at, got them UAV drones Payin' off the crackheads, walkin' round your home Don't get cut, do not rush up Don't get put, do not rush up Don't get touched, do not rush up Don't get, do not rush up
