Rearview

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Krizz Kaliko] Yeah, Kali (Kali) If we cross paths, I'ma ask you (What?) What you think you really want up on your tombstone? With a black mask, better act fast And never really get to see your kids full-grown Me and the game, one and the same "Stick 'em up!" how we're livin' Give me rings and chains or you are no longer livin' This a boots-to-toot institution Hundred proof shots and got some prostitution They told to me get out of town I came back with a Kangol on On a horse gettin' my Django on And bang-bang if anything go wrong And it's a funeral, I shoot at you and I don't hang around that long Nobody move an' nobody might be gettin' hurt Try to play the hero Put a hole up in your dirty shirt Wanna reperish? I'm the greatеst gunslinger Bringin' terror to your sheriff I'll givе him the middle finger (Uh) I'm on a Harley, they hardly harmin' me, I get away Breakin' the law, they're pickin' me up any day Bad man with a country drawl Any building you see me in I'm makin' a withdrawal Pop shots at the cops when they on my block Yellin' thug life, feelin' like the brand new Pac Played 'em like a lighter fluid and I ain't gon' run You can't buss? Tell 'em "Gimme the gun!" Outlaw [Chorus: Chris Webby] All I do is chase those flames (Flames) 'Cause I don't wanna play your game, nah-nah So stick 'em up, bang-bang-bang (Bang-bang) As I ride with the law in my rearview No turning back now (Back now), cast out (Cast out) Leavin' like a thief in the night So pour a last round and set the glass down As I ride with the law in my rearview Yeah [Verse 2: Rittz] Yellin' out the window like, "Fuck the man" I'm the modern-day Bugs Moran Pullin' kapers like I'm Baby Face Nelson On a raised tail since I was a juvenile My enemies at school I pull up on 'em and shoot 'em down My homies were stealin' cars Take your Mercedes-Benz Catch a body slippin' while they hittin' the ATM I really don't wanna stick up an innocent lady, damn But that's the way the game go, baby, I play to win My lady let Patty Hearst, we Bonnie and Clyde Anybody that stole some money from Johnny, they died It's all facts Run up in the gas station dressed in all black Tell the timid attendant to fall back Make 'em open the safe, there ain't enough in the cash drawer Get away and shoot up with the cops if they catch up I feel like an old soul Like if I was there in the prohibition era I'd be makin' gin in the bathtub And warrin' with Al Capone Robbin' your local bank Known for overkillin' enemies with a car bomb My shooters are in disguise They dressin' like G-Men Blamin' the FBI for murders that we did This CNT bitch, this is organized crime North side of Georgia and we sure don't mind dyin' Tell the copper's in the rearview, "Walk a fine line Get up on me too close blakka-blakka, bye-bye You gon' get it" [Chorus: Chris Webby] All I do is chase those flames (Flames) 'Cause I don't wanna play your game, nah-nah So stick 'em up, bang-bang-bang (Bang-bang) As I ride with the law in my rearview No turning back now (Back now), cast out (Cast out) Leavin' like a thief in the night So pour a last round and set the glass down As I ride with the law in my rearview [Verse 3: Chris Webby] If it's cops and robbers I'm the one that'll dodge the coppers Mob with a squad of monsters Won't stop the roster So lock your mom-and-pop shops when I'ma come knockin' I'm just that crime figure like John Dillinger Fired up all of my cylinders Outlaw sinner 'til I get shot down and they draw that chalk 'round my perimeter With the lights in the rearview, high-speed chase Pretty Boy Floyd, make noise, shoot straight (Hmm) And under my scruff got a baby face But got a ski mask on with a gun on my waist Big bag when I enter (Yeah) Tell the bank teller (Yeah), "Fill it up or die right now, it's whatever Don't press that alarm, don't try to be clever Or they'll carry you out in a body bag on a stretcher" Veteran of runnin' from the badges (Yeah) Break laws but I pay my taxes (Yeah) Won't Al Capone me, too smart for that shit When IRS come knockin', have at it (Yeah) Suck my dick while you at it too Diamonds lookin' like rabbit food Carats, get it? Take your best shot Just watch when the shot come back at you [Chorus: Chris Webby] All I do is chase those flames (Flames) 'Cause I don't wanna play your game, nah-nah So stick 'em up, bang-bang-bang (Bang-bang) As I ride with the law in my rearview No turning back now (Back now), cast out (Cast out) Leavin' like a thief in the night So pour a last round and set the glass down As I ride with the law in my rearview