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[Intro: THF Zoo]
Ayy, Booka, it’s time to go up, gang
You know one thing we can’t never forget, we can’t never forget these trenches, blood
Let’s get it

[Chorus: Booka600]
We been down his road with choppers (We been down his road)
Handguns explode that trauma (Handguns explode)
I can really go expose your roster (Really go expose)
AR’s on four carbons, carbons, carbons, carbons (DJ on the beat, so, it’s a banger)[Verse 1: THF Zoo]
Now, I can tell you what I did ten years back
We was in the field and this way before rap
We was jumpin’ gatеs and had to share the same strap
Wе was fuckin’ the opps up, this shit wasn’t no cap
Put that bitch in the ‘Wood (‘Wop)
The 6 I been at in my hood (Okay)
I would bring Trouble back if I could (Damn)
Folks was snaggin’ for pipes through the hood (Facts)
Out here riskin’ our life in them wars (Gang)
I’m just puttin’ pieces to the puzzle (The puzzle)
I remember mama had to struggle (Mama, I love you)
So robbin’ niggas was my hustle (Was my hustle)
Bitch, I had to get it off the muscle
I promise to never ever leave my brothers (Never)
I’ll never let a nigga touch ’em (It’s pressure)
If you ain’t with me, nigga, fuck you (Fuck you)
When them switches go off, niggas get to duckin’ (Grrah, duck, nigga, fuck nigga)
[Chorus: Booka600]
We been down his road with choppers (We been down his road)
Handguns explode that trauma (Handguns explode)
I can really go expose your roster (Really go expose)
AR’s on four carbons, carbons, carbons, carbons[Verse 2: Booka600]
I would send you to Marcus, I’ll send you to Motor or send you to Hottie, these guns explosive
We sin for your body, came off from the [?]
We spendin’ these thousands on thousand on clothing
I spent [sack/Sak?] shit on [Nine, on rows and blows
And rows, rows, I’m countin’ this load?]
And I get paid so I wouldn’t notice
.223s when I get focused
We gon’ flee, hot cars stolen
We on feet, hop out throwin’
It’s ten G’s for opps I’m knowin’
Play this shit for keeps, gotta keep it goin’
Tell me how it be, I’m from the storm
Say this shit sweet, I’ma turn the corner
Gotta catch a beat, V. Roy gone
We ten deep, bodies like a morgue[Chorus: Booka600]
We been down his road with choppers (We been down his road)
Handguns explode that trauma (Handguns explode)
I can really go expose your roster (Really go expose)
AR’s on four carbons, carbons, carbons, carbons

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