[Byrd]
I'm ready when you ready Q
Byrdie. Scotty Cain
In my section, street n*ggas be undercover
Everybody cut-throat, don't know who love you
[Scotty Cain]
We was raised around guns...
Then he gone meet the sun...
Killing over b*tches...
Look
[Hook]
In my section we was raised around guns
n*gga snitch on a good n*gga then he gone meet the sun
In my section n*ggas killing over b*tches
Better stay your distance, ain't from here don't go to tripping
In my section n*ggas thugging ain't thinking about jail
So if you slip up you get hit up nobody gone tell
In my section n*ggas plotting on they n*ggas
So what the f*ck make you think them n*ggas won't come and steal you
[Verse 1: Scotty Cain]
If you know me you know I'm from that 12150
Young age clutching Glocks can't let you come and kill me
n*ggas slanging iron with knife out this sh*t get wicked
I put that poppa on a n*gga his people won't get me
Aye, I'm from where n*ggas killing their own parters
Over a couple dollars
Rocking them with that chopper
I'm a survivor you try me ain't no stunting I'm popping
If I can't get you they gone get you my youngins they wilding
A lot of murder in my section you play it get hectic
We ain't fighting this ain't Tekkin I'm upping the Weston
You can't find no ho in my blood I ain't never been scary
Hoes talk, make them n*ggas pop up at your sh*t like Freddy
All them snitches they get buried can't deal with no telling
I'll smoke a 7 and suit up for a mission I'm ready
We was taught jumping fences with them K's and they heavy
So don't come in my section tripping sh*t gone get deadly
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Byrd]
I come in Scotty, Uh
My life hard, no birthdays or wedding bells
All I know, is shoot offs and catching sales
Bail my n*ggas out, every time they touch the jail
[?] soldier stores, that's all I tell
Jack by your brothers, kill by your own cousin
b*tches with the sh*ts, you better watch who you f*cking
How you feel if your girl was trying to set you up
Leave you down bad so a side n*gga could wet you up
Sticks and stones may break my bones so words will never hurt me
Got a shooter for your shooter for whoever try to murk me
I don't make mistakes, I f*ck sh*t up on purpose
See who got your back when them bullets start dispersing
I'm backing up; Everything that Scotty says
Put change on any n*gga, touch a dread on Scotty head
Ain't nothing but rage, jacking, and killing in my section
Don't want to catch nut, you better stay protected
[Hook]