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Ay, ay
Trouble calls head North on the interstate
Buck thirty ETA tryna keep pace
Left lane swerve through can't hit the brakes
Drove through the gate
On the hunt, this is not a chase
Trouble calls head North on the interstate
Buck thirty ETA tryna keep pace
Left lane swerve through can't hit the brakes
Drove through the gate
On the hunt, this is not a chase
Trouble call ping me from the routers
Tipping over scales I don't care about the balance
Brought Clipse and I mean full malice
Gimme 2 hours and I'll be back in Dallas
Night vision fixed hard on my targets
Long range hit em with the scope I'm a marksman
Front lines I ain't scared to be departed
March through the back and I flooded the apartment
Clean house everywhere I point the red beam
Then my fam calls say I gotta flee the scene
Closed off the highway so I gotta interweave
Through the backroads I'll be back soon to intervene
Yeah, the last line of security
I'm taking care of burdens
And hurdling from the murder scene
My girl say they hurt her
I'm swerving back with the urgency
My fervor take it further
You bet on me in emergencies
Rearview see the red and white flashing
Can't let 'em see what I got in the package
Heat seekers but I ain't door dashing
Stomp on the gas if I die then I'm crashing
Trouble calls head North on the interstate
Buck thirty ETA tryna keep pace
Left lane swerve through can't hit the brakes
Drove through the gate
On the hunt, this is not a chase
Trouble calls head North on the interstate
Buck thirty ETA tryna keep pace
Left lane swerve through can't hit the brakes
Drove through the gate
On the hunt, this is not a chase
Third seat niggas pussy as the twerk team
Took off at first speed eating off the bird feed