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Calhoun
Yeah
Burning rubber mixed with gun smoke
That's what this shit sound like, hmm
Burning rubber mixed with gun smoke
Yeah (Roselle, what's up?)
Huh? (Rubber mixed with-)
Haha
We gon' start like this (whoo)
This shit sound like burning rubber mixed with gun smoke (skrrt)
Front porch blood-soaked (bop)
Banking on that next flip get scary when your funds low (let's go)
Rule number one's I'm just the one (one)
Play it smart, this shit get dumb
You know they try to trip you up, they see you start to have a run (whoo)
Oh, shit, here I go
John Stockton pack, you see the mailman just give and go
Notice I be chilling, but I'll be quick to let these niggas know
Notice how they move, they may not say it, but you can feel it, though
It may be hard to stomach (yeah), still trust your gut feeling, though (let's go)
Ain't had no shiesty mask, you see they face when them niggas slide (rrah)
Put a bullet in his throat, they saved that boy in the neck of time (damn)
People stabbed me in my back, I kept it cool and I never cried
Took the knife out my back, and then I used it to sever ties (whoo)
I know he hurt, they hit his brother seven times (bop, bop)
I hear it in his voice when he said fine (bop), like no, you not
Niggas ain't never bought a yacht then partied 'til the sun set
Takin' back these shots for somethin' fatty in a sundress (whoo)
Wake up with a baddie in my lap like, "You ain't done yet"
I only rolled for one set (30)
And fuck 'em if they ain't with us (Dirt Gang, nigga)
Fuck 'em if they hate it, and they ain't feel us (fuck, fuck, yeah)
Said, if I ever put in pain with 'em, I still could call them same niggas (that's facts)
Fuck the rest, yeah, uh (fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all)
Word, look, that's just how I feel (fuck 'em)
Uh, look (Roselle USA, nigga, whoo)
Fuck 'em all if they ain't with us (fuck 'em)
Fuck 'em all if they ain't feel us (fuck 'em)
Niggas really ain't no killers (nah)