Sirens

You gotta be ready to throw down, stand up, and die for that shit like Blizzard did
You gotta snatch some collars and let them motherfuckers know you there to take them out, anytime that you feel like it
You gotta get the ground beneath your feet, partner, get the wind behind your back and go out in a blaze if you got to

Sirens, I think the crackers coming
They know I'm 'bout violence, niggas vouching for me
You could ask my opps how I rock, they say I done bust it
I'ma swing this Glock, where the cop, fuck this bitch to nothing

He say he seen him clutching, but we gone bend the block
They say them crackers bending too, well bitch we spin it out
Like what that dinner 'bout, like bitch we wanna chew
These niggas throwing up that lead, they tryna tell on who?
Dropped out, expelled me too, low-key a felon too
And if you fronting with that sack, then I'm gone have to view
Got off ass my ass and made a play, call me John Madden Q
Choppa shells go through, they tryna peek at you
So if you hiding, we gone find whatever that you live
Niggas just assume, been thugging since the womb
And I don't need a nigga for no help, this on my own
I been rolling strong, them crackers tryna scroll
They hit they lights, I'ma floor it, you already know
Put you in control, heard lil brother told
That shit ain't the code, snitches gotta go
Like that ain't your nigga you telling on, bitch you dead-ass wrong

Sirens, I think the crackers coming
They know I'm 'bout violence, niggas vouching for me
You could ask my opps how I rock, they say I done bust it
I'ma swing this Glock, where the cop, fuck this bitch to nothing

Wait, okay, I might be tripping
That might be a fire truck, cause I done left me dripping
Off them beans, got me gripping and I swear, we ain't slipping
These niggas talking down, like I wasn't thugging in them trenches
Got bundles like extension, it really ain't no entrance
Niggas tryna join the gang, never came off from a biscuit
Them boys be spoon fed, niggas bitching up they tripping
Them boys was mislead, I might guide 'em stool with pigeons
Shoot your ass, I'm gifted, them crackers tryna get me
Free my niggas up the road, Murder John, they done shipped him
I ain't condoning all that goof shit, bitch, get your issue
I'll swipe a nigga sack, swipe it low, I gotta get him
I gotta grill him cause this shit personal
And I got personnel shooters where you 'pose to go
They try and diss me for some fame, just a laughing joke
Laughing at you niggas cause in real life you just as broke

Sirens, I think the crackers coming
They know I'm 'bout violence, niggas vouching for me
You could ask my opps how I rock, they say I done bust it
I'ma swing this Glock, where the cop, fuck this bitch to nothing