Released: December 18, 2019
Songwriter: Calboy JTK Migo
Producer: Migo JTK
[Intro]
(Migo air)
(JTK) Hey-hey, hey
(Migo) Gang, gang
[Pre-Chorus]
Bitch, I'm from the trenches, we fight to survive
Ain't no trouble sleeping 'cause I grip this nine
In my foreign, it got horses, I'm bumpin' this ride
I'm a cowboy, wanted dead or alive
[Chorus]
We some wild boys, pull up sprayin' then you die (Then he die)
And I wanna sell drugs, deals, homicides (Homicide)
Catch him lackin', there he is, bullets fly (Bullets fly)
Boys crackin' splits, we gun 'em down (Gun 'em down)
You not really wit' it, why you tellin' lies? (Tellin' lies)
Foenem in the kitchen whippin' Caroline (Whippin' Caroline)
On my block we servin', it's after bedtime (After bedtime)
He got that Chris Rock like he from Bed-Stuy (Bed-Stuy)
[Verse]
Told a bitch I ain't got time for feelings, got my hands tied
Finna roll me up rugs, get my head fried
If he disrespectin' us, he a dead guy
If he talkin' 'bout killin' us, yeah, I'd damn try
Ayy, I pray to the lord
Yeah, I look up to heaven
Ayy, don't [?] the squad
Ayy, might send you to heaven
Ayy, and I run the block-block with that MAC-11
Ayy, these bullets are blastin'
Ayy, they call me the reverend
Got a fully loaded clip, I just might let it blow
And I'm still fightin' demons, they won't let me go
So you're gone if you wit' me, can you let me know
Wit' the squad and you know them niggas animals
Sick in the head, couple perks my antidote
Ayy, shoot at his head, split it like a canteloupe
Ayy, I know what he said, so I'm lettin' these cannons blow
Ayy, cigarette, niggas want this cancer smoke
[Chorus]
We some wild boys, pull up sprayin' then you die (Then he die)
And I wanna sell drugs, deals, homicides (Homicide)
Catch him lackin', there he is, bullets fly (Bullets fly)
Boys crackin' splits, we gun 'em down (Gun 'em down)
You not really wit' it, why you tellin' lies? (Tellin' lies)
Foenem in the kitchen whippin' Caroline (Whippin' Caroline)
On my block we servin', it's after bedtime (After bedtime)
He got that Chris Rock like he from Bed-Stuy (Bed-Stuy)
(Migo air)
(JTK) Hey-hey, hey
(Migo) Gang, gang
[Pre-Chorus]
Bitch, I'm from the trenches, we fight to survive
Ain't no trouble sleeping 'cause I grip this nine
In my foreign, it got horses, I'm bumpin' this ride
I'm a cowboy, wanted dead or alive
[Chorus]
We some wild boys, pull up sprayin' then you die (Then he die)
And I wanna sell drugs, deals, homicides (Homicide)
Catch him lackin', there he is, bullets fly (Bullets fly)
Boys crackin' splits, we gun 'em down (Gun 'em down)
You not really wit' it, why you tellin' lies? (Tellin' lies)
Foenem in the kitchen whippin' Caroline (Whippin' Caroline)
On my block we servin', it's after bedtime (After bedtime)
He got that Chris Rock like he from Bed-Stuy (Bed-Stuy)
[Verse]
Told a bitch I ain't got time for feelings, got my hands tied
Finna roll me up rugs, get my head fried
If he disrespectin' us, he a dead guy
If he talkin' 'bout killin' us, yeah, I'd damn try
Ayy, I pray to the lord
Yeah, I look up to heaven
Ayy, don't [?] the squad
Ayy, might send you to heaven
Ayy, and I run the block-block with that MAC-11
Ayy, these bullets are blastin'
Ayy, they call me the reverend
Got a fully loaded clip, I just might let it blow
And I'm still fightin' demons, they won't let me go
So you're gone if you wit' me, can you let me know
Wit' the squad and you know them niggas animals
Sick in the head, couple perks my antidote
Ayy, shoot at his head, split it like a canteloupe
Ayy, I know what he said, so I'm lettin' these cannons blow
Ayy, cigarette, niggas want this cancer smoke
[Chorus]
We some wild boys, pull up sprayin' then you die (Then he die)
And I wanna sell drugs, deals, homicides (Homicide)
Catch him lackin', there he is, bullets fly (Bullets fly)
Boys crackin' splits, we gun 'em down (Gun 'em down)
You not really wit' it, why you tellin' lies? (Tellin' lies)
Foenem in the kitchen whippin' Caroline (Whippin' Caroline)
On my block we servin', it's after bedtime (After bedtime)
He got that Chris Rock like he from Bed-Stuy (Bed-Stuy)