Echo

Uh, yeah, uh, I pledge allegiance Stick a needle in my eye 'til I stop breathing We ain't seeing eye to eye, bitch We out beefing I'm a god, come to knock down your top demon Retaliation, we expect it in a hurry Summertime got these niggas getting buried Ghost towns on both sides, niggas scary My boy in the county Right now fighting murders I got three hundred thousand About to jump on a airplane soon as I land I'm in the streets fully activated Can't drag my feet I'm a million dollar nigga and That talk shit cheap, Plus I'm off 5G We gon' save that for the ho niggas It's easy, find these marks Then we smoke niggas Bitch, what's happening now? Let off a hundred rounds Lay down the whole crowd 223 shells echo through the crowd The homie hit, you gotta go back now When it's war time, don't nobody be around Here I come, on my way from outta town 223 shells echo through the crowd The homie hit, you gotta go back now When it's war time, don't nobody be around Here I come, on my way from outta town I know you wonder why these Sucka niggas smut your name Why the f*ck you think? 'Cause They want your fame CVO burning rubber when I pound the streets My little niggas move about a Hundred pounds a week my name's solid You won't catch me on no paperwork I got some day one niggas That really hate the turf Tsk, but I still love it, though I'm tryna buy the hood That's what I'm getting money for I could see the silver lining in the clouds I sit back and reminisce about the Days that I was wild Now I'm more strategic, better believe it You could kill me dead right now And still wouldn't beat me I done planted seeds and yanked out the weeds I'll point, aim and squeeze with the 223s Come knocking-knocking-knocking down Your block, Knocking off heads I don't care who got what, bitch I got bread all these sucka niggas talking 'bout who up next Doing it for the clout, I do it for the check I'm living life, so when it's done I ain't got no regrets I put this shit on the map Give me my respect 223 shells echo through the crowd The homie hit, you gotta go back now When it's war time, don't nobody be around Here I come, on my way from outta town 223 shells echo through the crowd The homie hit, you gotta go back now When it's war time, don't nobody be around Here I come, on my way from outta town When you out in traffic Make sure you stay in them rearviews And don't let yourself get Trapped in traffic At that red light, you know? 'Cause shit get dangerous I got the only house on the block paid for That's why I'm the king around here Yeah, you are the king, unc'