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[Intro] A-Town (A-Town) Yeah! LT Moe on this motherfuckin' track, nigga GMM Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! A lotta niggas talkin' that bullshit, huh [?] Come on! Come on! Come on! [Verse 1] Where you from? I'm from the A [?] [?] all mine is paid for Hit the block it's like, "there they go" Keep the hands on the stressor They'll show you what TECs do Them boys is drama driven, raised by the system, listen They bust to survive, your squad be bustin' for recognition Frontin' and ass kissin', industry pussy nigga They [?] before it get to the cookie, nigga [?] around here, don't bring your ass down herе Niggas have a tendency to act up and clown hеre [?] get down here Bright white, dark brown [?] money [?] You already know what it is, playa, APD can't save ya Your time's up, flatline, shorty, see ya later No amount of favors, no amount of paper Can stop the inevitable death of a [?] [Hook] And you don't want problems, bitch nigga believe it They hands is on the trigger and they ready to squeeze it So save all that drama, them boys tote armor I'll have ya layin' dead right in front of your mama And you don't want problems, bitch nigga believe it They hands is on the trigger and they ready to squeeze it So save all that drama, them boys tote armor I'll have ya layin' dead right in front of your mama [Verse 2] News is real, folk, you don't wanna make it on that Them dangerous niggas [?] [?] sorry, or my bad, shit The skull is split wide open for some dumb ass shit Young whippersnapper, flappin' his lips [?] they marksmen homes, they don't miss Cops come, they don't snitch No witnesses at the crime scene Just your body leakin' there, y'nahmean? The lights go off, pimp, the sharks come out Things bang out, bust till your brains hang out Come to your house, sittin' on your porch where you live Wait until you come back to the crib, I'm tryna tell ya This ain't 'bout no rap song, it's real life Can't nobody tell ya what gettin' killed feel like The trill is trill, the fake is fake And they don't make bulletproof vests for your face Yeah! [Hook] And you don't want problems, bitch nigga believe it They hands is on the trigger and they ready to squeeze it So save all that drama, them boys tote armor I'll have ya layin' dead right in front of your mama And you don't want problems, bitch nigga believe it They hands is on the trigger and they ready to squeeze it So save all that drama, them boys tote armor I'll have ya layin' dead right in front of your mama And you don't want problems, bitch nigga believe it They hands is on the trigger and they ready to squeeze it So save all that drama, them boys tote armor I'll have ya layin' dead right in front of your mama And you don't want problems, bitch nigga believe it They hands is on the trigger and they ready to squeeze it So save all that drama, them boys tote armor I'll have ya layin' dead right in front of your mama