Vince Staples - Hostile lyrics

[Vince Staples] When sh** get's hostile, Hoes get blasted Bodies in the morgue getting shelved like Pac Div Tell my girl I'm running late Stuck in drug traffic by the ten Two ten's in the Wagoneer n***a picture me rolling All my b**hes is stolen So I mean it when I say that hoes hot as a stove top Chrome Glock and the gold, D-Block Chain That I won from J Hood in a pick-up game Feeling like I'm Reggie Lewis sh** I'll probably die a shooter vic Run my mouth a lot Run up in a n***as house to shop Treating b**hes like it's Camelot Feed them out the trough Asher Roth, Disappearing white's Slanging half the price Never that You see my n***a's way ahead of that Zordon, Big headed Strong arm Bench Press them Been through hell and back, So my heart's been tested Ain't willing to die, Your heart's in question n***a