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[Intro: THF Zoo]
Ayy, Booka, it's time to go up, gang
You know one thing we can't never forget, we can't forget these trenches, blood
Let's get it

[Chorus: Booka600]
We been down this road with choppers (We been down this road)
Handguns explode that trauma (Handguns explode)
I can really go expose your roster (Really go expose)
AR's on four carbons, carbons, carbons, carbons (DJ on the beat, so, it's a banger)

[Verse 1: THF Zoo]
Now, I can tell you what I did ten years back
We was in the field and this way before rap
We was jumpin' gates and had to share thе same strap
We was f*ckin' the opps up, this sh*t wasn't no cap
Put that b*tch in thе 'Wood ('Wop)
The 6 I been at in my hood (Okay)
I would bring Trouble back if I could (Damn)
Folks was snaggin' for pipes through the hood (Facts)
Out here riskin' our life in them wars (Gang)
I'm just puttin' pieces to the puzzle (The puzzle)
I remember mama had to struggle (Mama, I love you)
So robbin' n*ggas was my hustle (Was my hustle)
b*tch, I had to get it off the muscle
I promise to never ever leave my brothers (Never)
I'll never let a n*gga touch 'em (If it's pressure)
If you ain't with me, n*gga, f*ck you (f*ck you)
When them switches go off, n*ggas get to duckin' (Grrah, duck, n*gga, f*ck n*gga)
[Chorus: Booka600]
We been down this road with choppers (We been down this road)
Handguns explode that trauma (Handguns explode)
I can really go expose your roster (Really go expose)
AR's on four carbons, carbons, carbons, carbons

[Verse 2: Booka600]
I would send you to Marcus, I'll send you to Motor or send you to Hottie, these guns explosive
We sin for your body, came off of the [?]
We spendin' these thousands on thousands on clothing
I spent Sak sh*t on Nine, on rose and blows
And rose and rose, I'm countin' this load
And I get paid, so I wouldn't notice
.223s when I get focused
We gon' flee, hot cars stolen
We on feet, hop out throwin'
It's ten G's for opps I'm knowin'
Play this sh*t for keeps, gotta keep it goin'
Tell me how it be, I'm from the storm
Say this sh*t sweet, I'ma turn the corner
Gotta catch a B, V. Roy gone
We ten deep, bodies like a morgue

[Chorus: Booka600]
We been down this road with choppers (We been down this road)
Handguns explode that trauma (Handguns explode)
I can really go expose your roster (Really go expose)
AR's on four carbons, carbons, carbons, carbons