Lyrics

VERSE 1
Bring your guns, bring your bois, ’cause I’m here to make some noise
O-T-F on my chain — no pain, no gain, no choice
I’ma snatch your chain, take you right out the game
Step to me, you’ll be laid in the dirt in shame
Me and my boys rockin’ you like merch
Ain’t no opps as dangerous — I’ll leave ‘em in the lurch
Give ‘em third-degree burns from head to feet
This here’s my hobby, I’m the heat in the street
CHORUS
Police steady watching me, every day they clocking me
Red alert, armed and dangerous, I keep that Glock on me
I ain’t looking for no trouble, I’m just looking out for me
‘Cause I done did shit they won’t mention, this ain’t no rapping beef
Boy, I’m talking tragedies, massacres, casualties
Shit I can’t even remember — bet they remember me
Stuff that happened late December, I bring that winter heat
They dying all through October — the real Halloween
VERSE 2
Keep that chit-chat, I’ll turn you to a pack
Then a knick-knack paddy-whack, chrome to your back
Give your girl my bone, then I’m back on my throne
From the east to the west, they all know I’m grown
To the west and the south, keep my name out your mouth
Back-to-back funerals — it’s him or us, no doubt
Don’t get booked — ain’t no bond money
We do this dirt for free, and it ain’t funny
If he told, that ain’t my homie, that boy’s weak
If I miss, I ain’t sleeping — we play for keeps in the street
VERSE 3
Been a shoota since I can remember
Even drew on kinfolk back one cold December
They was messing with the opps on my own damn block
So I had to shut it down, yeah, that clock went “pop”
Some days I’m moving weight, some days I sit and wait
Get the call, I’ll kill ‘em all — seal their fate
Then I feel something off, yeah, something ain’t right
I glance to my right — flashing red-blue lights
It’s the opps coming for me, ready for a fight
CHORUS
Police steady watching me, every day they clocking me
Red alert, armed and dangerous, I keep that Glock on me
I ain’t looking for no trouble, I’m just looking out for me
‘Cause I done did shit they won’t mention, this ain’t no rapping beef
Boy, I’m talking tragedies, massacres, casualties
Shit I can’t even remember — bet they remember me
Stuff that happened late December, I bring that winter heat
They dying all through October — the real Halloween
VERSE 4
Posted up at my place, clutching on my Glock
Making sure it’s cocked, watching every knock
They bust in from the back, I tap two in the dome
Leave ‘em on red, send their souls back home
Then three more rush in — that’s when it begin
Flip the kitchen light, they look, I grin
I rise, hit one in the arm and the thigh
Said you’d slide? Got nerve? Now you curbside
The other two drop, both shots to the head
Stand over him, one in the eye — he’s dead
This is do or die, no time to cry
My boys call up, say they got me a ride
So I dip from the spot, hop into the whip
Slide off from the scene, never seen, quick trip