Church

Stepped out of violence Got beef with neeks and trident See man run so we sound that drum Bet he thought he was sliding I gotta stay low from the siren Cos I got that thing on me like I ain't breaching my license Bro go fiddle with the mash so much you think he was typing Send P's to the guys in jail tell them that there's no point writing Tryna stay low from the feds and they tryna bait out where I'm hiding Pull up in a stolen truck, hear thunder see lightning That shit's exciting The whole squad done obbo Feds make squad feel famous wherever they see us they follow They don't really like how I'm living smoke niggas get money's the mobbo Reload square after square, like I don't know about obbo Skid round tryna serve man a hollow