4KB lyrics

[Chorus]
I never leave bro for dead (Never)
And if he wanna jump in that car, then I'm finna go with him
We in the streets, don't know no better, it's just that life of sin
Can't trust no b*tch, these back doors open, gotta watch who come in (Can't trust 'em)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, never leave my bro for dead (Never)
And if he wanna jump in that car, then I'm finna go with him (Skrrt)
We in the streets, don't know no better, it's just a life of sin (Sin)
Can't trust no b*tch, these back doors open, gotta watch who come in
Gotta keep my Glock when I'm in the dot, ain't tryna be no victim (Never)
Got thirty three rounds in that Mag, so I'm with Scottie Pippen
Who you think got to drop on your homie and just f*ckin' flip 'em
It ain't safe up in this city, you gotta keep on grippin' (It's not)
You can't get caught slippin'

[Verse 1]
I put my trust in glizzies
Bet they the only one who gon' ride when you in it sticky
My broski told me, f*ck these opps and just go and get that money
And ever since my brodie died, n*ggas movin' funny
So if I die up in these streets, they ain't gon' ride for me
Like, how the f*ck you got a gun, but you ain't in that V
I make a call my youngins itching they gon' kill for free
I need to make a brand new pack I'm tired of
Get that car, lets spin
We'll put a switchy on the (Grrt) if you know what that is
I'm with the killers they got notches they be killing man
And we ain't talking 'bout no packs, when we got a lot of them
Go check the news someone got, please check right on your friend
I'm always stickin' to the code, yeah, I will never fold
And you can go and suck your mom if you ever told
A lot of n*ggas really snitchin', tellin' on the bros
Youngest in charge, up on my block, just tryna up the score
[Chorus]
I never leave bro for dead (Never)
And if he wanna jump in that car, then I'm finna go with him
We in the streets, don't know no better, it's just that life of sin
Can't trust no b*tch, these back doors open, gotta watch who come in (Can't trust 'em)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, never leave my bro for dead (Never)
And if he wanna jump in that car, then I'm finna go with him (Skrrt)
We in the streets, don't know no better, it's just a life of sin (Sin)
Can't trust no b*tch, these back doors open, gotta watch who come in
Gotta keep my Glock when I'm in the dot, ain't tryna be no victim (Never)
Got thirty three rounds in that Mag, so I'm with Scottie Pippen
Who you think got to drop on your homie and just f*ckin' flip 'em
It ain't safe up in this city, you gotta keep on grippin' (It's not)
You can't get caught slippin'

[Verse 2]
I'm tryna score today
The same n*gga dissin', bro, I want his soul today
He got shot so many times, they can't find his face
Bullets hit him in his cheek, hit his eyes and brain
Now he DOA
Talkin' crazy on the net like he won't catch these grains
And I be duckin' all these charges, tryna dodge these raids
And n*ggas b*tchin' so much CIs, I had all my Ks
But I still beat the case, so you know that it's f*ck the Jakes on gang
[Outro]
Long live KB, Long live AM, Long live Chase
Gang