Anybody Killa

Lyrics

[Intro] (Gotdamnitdupri) [Chorus: G Perico] These days it be anybody, killa Summer time it be anybody, killa All my homies hollering anybody, killa In the streets they saying anybody, killa (Uh-huh) [Verse 1: G Perico] Yeah, the code of silence America showed me the answer to everything is violence My badge of honor in this gang bang lifestyle Still ain't made no profit Can't fight the truth I'm addicted to some shit where all I do is lose Gotta follow all the rules Standing firm on the blue Aye, my nigga is your turn to go shoot Gotta earn your salute All that tough shit cute Whеn we got OG niggas that'll buck shit too Goin' down, down baby Yo' street in a Range Rover With a Draco on a drum Bitch gamе over Yeah, what's the city's favorite question? You better answer right when you up in my section Niggas get kilt all the time trying to test it Anybody killa, did you not get the message? Hello? (Hello, hello) Did you not get the message? [Chorus: G Perico] These days it be anybody, killa Summer time it be anybody, killa All my homies hollering anybody, killa In the streets they saying anybody, killa [Verse 2: Tapri Grams] Aye, aye, aye, aye Look, anybody K (Killa) LAPD, K (Killa) Got your hood tatted Wacked out with a K (Killa) Niggas always ask, "Where you from?" (Where you from?) From the Js Ain't no question 'bout it boy I bleed what I bang Ain't not question bout it I'm a nigga in my section (Aye) I'm a nigga in my section Ain't no question 'bout it I done did it, i don' done it all I done shot niggas, been stabbed I done seen it all I done seen niggas get laid out (Laid out) Seen my homie stretched out with his brain out A lot of y'all niggas be way too tough Catch a case, go to jail And be PC'd up Red stripes in your chucks But you ain't gon' bust You ain't trying to catch a body Whatchu bangin' for? Lot a y'all can't keep your mouth closed (Snitch) Lot a y'all never put on so this shit don't mean nuthin' to you Lot a ya'll wouldn't even vouch for A nigga snitched came home and ya'll still fuck with him Y'all niggas dead wrong This shit fucc'd up though we still love it (Still love it) Shout out to my young niggas still down to kill something (Anybody killa) [Chorus: G Perico] These days it be anybody, killa Summer time it be anybody, killa All my homies hollering anybody, killa In the streets they saying anybody, killa [Verse 3: Slumlord Trill] Man, the streets serve knowledge On the block like college