Sweet lyrics

[Intro: Rell Vert]
Alright, alright, here it go
On foenem, gang sh*t, 79 with your b*tch, you know how the f*ck we rockin' (Ayo, Chef)
b*tch, Lil Vert, alright
Alright, alright, alright (That sh*t gon' be crazy, Jacc)

[Chorus: Rell Vert]
Fell in love with a Glock 23
If they outside, they gon' die where they be
We want blood, they be callin' for peace
You be dissin' online, leave that sh*t in the street
Ain't bodies drop, then there ain't no beef
He was lackin', now his face on a tee
I got magic, disappear in a week
n*ggas stay dissin', but that rap sh*t weak
I don't want that b*tch, get back, she on me
Dude from the 7 got caught lackin', hе was sweet
sh*t I got on cost them racks, it ain't cheap
Like mе a b*tch that's pretty and a freak
Don't listen to opps, turn 'em off, they weak

[Verse 1: Baby Splat]
Caught lil', shh, put his ass to sleep
Draco shells knock him off his feet
Hawk had died and he went out sweet
Back to back, two different Jeeps
Jump out blowin' I had the ski
Creep through cuts, he died for free
Chased dude down, I gave him three
[Verse 2: Lil Will]
Ridin' on the side, I'm blowin' my heat
Long live Lil Slide, we was slidin' every week
I f*ck then I leave, then back to the streets
I'm ridin' up Stony in a straight-eight Jeep
Don't pull on the side, this sh*t ain't sweet
Two Glocks, two chops, we all got heats
We all through the 'Raq, how we duckin' the beef?
These n*ggas ain't out, I'ma camp where they sleep
.300 Blackout go straight through his teeth
Doing all that trollin', now his ass can't speak
We got we packs, that old sh*t week
Stillin' postin' on them blocks, [?]

[Chorus: Rell Vert]
Fell in love with a Glock 23
If they outside, they gon' die where they be
We want blood, they be callin' for peace
You be dissin' online, leave that sh*t in the street
Ain't bodies drop, then there ain't no beef
He was lackin', now his face on a tee
I got magic, disappear in a week
n*ggas stay dissin', but that rap sh*t weak
I don't want that b*tch, get back, she on me
Dude from the 7 got caught lackin', he was sweet
sh*t I got on cost them racks, it ain't cheap
Like me a b*tch that's pretty and a freak
Don't listen to opps, turn 'em off, they weak
[Outro: Baby Splat]
Caught lil', shh, put his ass to sleep
Draco shells knock him off his feet
Hawk had died and he went out—