Track 10 lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hollowman I got the weapon to beef Gs
Drop one and let the second release squeeze
Top gun and n*ggas repping the streets
We block gangbangers from Peckham to E Street
Got my own straps I don't beg guns
Got the Tec ready for whenever death comes
And when his head spun all he saw was gully n*ggas jumping out the whip busting off screaming red rum
n*ggas mad hungry so n*ggas get bunned
Strip's dead n*ggas living off of bread crumbs
So we press guns
Slugs biting n*ggas in the night like a bed bug
Tiny Boost, Young Butch get the hood kicking
North we'll give you little b*tch n*ggas good kicking
You know the hoods difference: n*ggas in your hood chicken
If one of them gets dropped I'm like good riddance
Time is money so n*ggas get the buj ticking
Never really had a dad, I was hood risen
n*ggas living in this hood prison
We was most hated now every hood listen
Pecky gangbanger I ain't on the hood switching
Squeeze off and watch the head under his hood spinning
n*ggas 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*ggas 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*ckers wan to bun [censored]
n*ggas ripping up the track not one hook