[Verse 1]
Hollowman I got the weapon to beef Gs
Drop one and let the second release squeeze
Top gun and n***as repping the streets
We block g**ners from Peckham to E Street
Got my own straps I don't beg guns
Got the Tec ready for whenever d**h comes
And when his head spun all he saw was gully n***as jumping out the whip busting off screaming red rum
n***as mad hungry so n***as get bunned
Strip's dead n***as living off of bread crumbs
So we press guns
Slugs biting n***as in the night like a bed bug
Tiny Boost, Young Butch get the hood kicking
North we'll give you little b**h n***as good kicking
You know the hoods difference: n***as in your hood chicken
If one of them gets dropped I'm like good riddance
Time is money so n***as get the buj ticking
Never really had a dad, I was hood risen
n***as living in this hood prison
We was most hated now every hood listen
Pecky g**ner I ain't on the hood switching
Squeeze off and watch the head under his hood spinning
n***as better look, listen
The real talk's got every other hood spitting
Ask Young Butch, and ask [censored] how many lives that the gun took
I ask who said that, n***as gone shook
Now everybody's looking at me with a dumb look
Back out the same time you get your buns took
I know a lot of motherf**ers wan to bun [censored]
n***as ripping up the track not one hook