Lyrics

[Intro: Big Flock] This shit crankin' right? I already know Long live the men Free the men [Hook: Big Flock] Wish my dawg come back but he can't 'Cause bitch if he could, he'd be right here with me It's either slime or get slimed better keep you your iron 'Cause the streets gettin' way too sticky Niggas don't stand on their word, they too iffy Rounds in the car, it's a cool 150 Who in the car? Man, it's just me and brodie We like Zack and Cody Lost two dawgs, one hour Shit hurtin' my soul and lately I ain't getting no sleep Soon as I'm closing my eyes I'm seeing visions of my men tryna backdoor me Bitch it's a eye for an eye When the temperatures rise, tryna see what the score gon' be They talk cash shit, but they dying for free [Verse 1: Big Flock] I went broke like a injury Shit took me out of the game, I was stuck on the bench Bro put me back in the game Come to the hood, I'm the coach I ain't look back since Nigga I ain't squashin' no beef I ain't takin' no sorries Hell nah, I ain't makin' amends When I was locked in the feds I was networking Meeting plugs, wasn't makin' no friends Moneyboy gone it don't make any sense Better keep you your stick, the streets getting intense Who the fuck in that car, we can't see through the tints If they droppin' that window, we shoot through the fence Headshot, we ain't shooting self defense My dawg took a cop, he bout to self-surrend' Twelve on dick, keep tryna apprehend [Hook: Big Flock] Wish my dawg come back but he can't 'Cause bitch if he could, he'd be right here with me It's either slime or get slimed better keep you your iron 'Cause the streets gettin' way too sticky Niggas don't stand on their word, they too iffy Rounds in the car, it's a cool 150 Who in the car? Man, it's just me and brodie We like Zack and Cody Lost two dawgs, one hour Shit hurtin' my soul and lately I ain't getting no sleep Soon as I'm closing my eyes I'm seeing visions of my men tryna backdoor me Bitch it's a eye for an eye When the temperatures rise, tryna see what the score gon' be They talk cash shit, but they dying for free [Verse 2: Bender Pullem] Talkin' that shit, I ain't listening I ain't gon' go to the show if I can't get my pistol in Hours, I'm spinnin' they block 'til I'm tired Say he gon' rob me, niggas be dissin' .762 make his ass do a cartwheel Niggas be cappin' they rap shit is not real Nigga want perkies, I served him some Nyquil Niggas be goofy and gay that's what I feel Thought he was gangster as shit, was a ho Bitch ass nigga just died off a pole They can't match the Balenci', got hit with a ghost Niggas ain't having motion, them niggas be broke Try backdoor me, drop some shit at your front Boy that pussy gon' bleed like that time of the month Opp from the waterpark, serve you some crunch Opp niggas be dissin', ain't seen 'em in months