Wrong Side of Town (feat. Ann One & Jonathan Chapman)

You're a hometown hero

When you're driving through the desert

You a brutal motherfucker

From the wrong side of town

Where we at?

227

I seen when it happened, when he reached in his jacket

He squeezed it and clapped it, left him bleeding in traffic

I can't even imagine, that even it happened

Way she would have had it, it wouldn't even happen

'Cause she would have blasted and it would have been finished

However it happened, anything to prevent it

Ain't uploadin' no statuses, only checks and them balances

All my young **** savages, all them real **** killers

This the law of the averages, hit you up in the passenger's

Trigger finger got callousness, come with squeezin' them triggers

Then pull off in a Challenger, .357 my caliber

Russian connect named Vladimir, know I need what I need it particular

Told baby girl slow it down 'fore the troops fuck around and ticket

Big bag in the seat cushion, end up crushing his ass, I'm the Ritalin

Got me bitchin' in bookin', watchin' out for the snakes that be hissin' and slitherin'

I'ma look out for you, my baby, soon as you make it safely back to Michigan

Where we at?

You a hometown hero

When you're driving through the desert

You a brutal motherfucker

From the wrong side of town

You a lifetime gangster

You ain't a part-time hustler

Well, you win some, you lose some

Goin' out in a ball of fire

227, what else? Product of the concrete

Thirty shots in my nine piece, turn your block to a crime scene

Hell-bound, **** gotta go the whole twelve rounds just to box me

Brick of China doll, no Foxy, are you still down? No Jon B

Start getting high third grade, start selling dope back in nine-three

Kept a med kit, no first aid, wish Interscope would have signed me

'Fore I signed to the street life, inked my name on the side streets

Big diamonds in my Carti' frames, fully bang on the timepiece

Girlie think a **** cheatin' on her, like, "Who you fuckin' on besides me?"

Only other bitch is the weed I smoke and that money, she my side piece

Roadrunnin', no IG, for homecoming, I was locked deep

From sellin' softball quarter waters for the four hundred like I'm YG

Let's get it

You a hometown hero

When you're driving through the desert

You a brutal motherfucker

From the wrong side of town

You a lifetime gangster

You ain't a part-time hustler

Well, you win some, you lose some

Goin' out in a ball of fire

Sippin' whisky on the highway

Empty box in the backseat

Goin' hard 'til the rearview

Fucked up and I'm out of mind

I got a pistol in my lap, baby

Shoot to kill at every time

Shoot to kill at every time