Can’t Hide

(Ayy, yo, X9)

These niggas can't fuck wit' us in nothin', but dyin'

These bitch-ass niggas, they can't fuck wit' us in nothin', but dyin'

Uh, uh

You bitch-ass niggas can't fuck wit' us in nothin', but dyin', nigga

You bitch-ass niggas can't fuck wit' us in nothin', but dyin'

Bitch

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Yeah, these niggas, they can't fuck wit' us in nothin', but dyin'

You can run but you can't hide, you just gon' die tired (bitch)

My lil' bruddas trash niggas, these niggas expired (yeah)

Short nigga but this switch make me feel 6'5 (yeah)

She said some slick shit about the lo', I let that shit slide (bitch)

I ain't even know, just seen the post, found out the bitch died (bitch)

You book them Bloodhounds for a show, con' have this bitch live (yeah)

You can get some bags or book a blow, might front what you buyin'

Nigga, all us drop Ys, nigga, all these Glock's fire (yeah)

Ayy, all these bitches bops, nigga, no, they not mine (bitch)

We got blood for hire, nigga, tell me who hirin'

We know you a liar, nigga, we know you lyin' (yeah)

Four niggas bounce out, open fire, nigga, you know you dyin' (uh-huh, yeah)

I'ma get my niggas out the trenches, I hope you tryin'

Them niggas can't fuck wit' us in nothin', tell them knock it off

All I drop is merch, these niggas droppin' dimes and droppin' salt (ayy)

Fuck my opps them niggas hoes and we can get it on (you know that)

Thirty shots up in my Glock, on the back, a fully on it (brrt)

Slept up in the same bed wit' the niggas I'm spinnin' on (haha)

Niggas hoes, they ain't your mans, watch who you call your bro (watch who you call yo' bro)

Jumped his gate, until this day, that nigga still a ho (he's a ho)

Tote Micro Drac, we switchin' lanes

You play, shoot through the door (gon' shoot this bitch through the door)

A nigga play, got caught broad day, left him outside the store (left his ass outside the store)

Left him outside the store, switchy made him stop, drop, and roll (drop and roll)

You know I cannot go, bet a nigga won't play without gettin' sent home

Next nigga we catch, leave him wit' his head gone

Lil' cuz be fried, man, I think his head gone (head gone)

Really walkin' niggas down wit' no mask on (no mask on)

Only blood in my eyes, bitch, this a red zone (this the red zone)

Only blood in my eyes, bitch, this a red zone

We hop out, get shit over gone (over gone)

I pop my shit in every song (every song)

Nigga know he gon' die if he move wrong (nigga know he gon' die if he move wrong)