Troopers Anthem (feat. Jah Savv, Jah Bands & Jay6ixx)

(Tec)

Frrah, frah, frrah, frrah

Troopers, Troopers, Troopers, frrah

They forcin' my hand to do damage, I been causin' havoc, I caught a lil' timeout

I can never forget 'bout them hits

Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, boom, ****

They know how the fuck I'm comin' (He said, uh)

He said

They keep forcin' my hand to do damage, I been causin' havoc, I caught a lil' timeout

I can never forget 'bout them hits, troopin' it back to the P's with my .9 out (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)

They keep askin' me 'bout Nunnie Bop, these **** never pull up to come find out (On bro)

Bet this .40 cal'll make him drop, turn him into pot, then we smoke our minds out

6ix, move to the left, I need space, he 'bout to feel it, the dot on the top of his face

Been uppin' since an early age, but don't get it twisted, before that, I was gettin' cake

Send three, clickin' with rage, sendin' back money 'til gang-gang get out them chains

The trap-a-holics gettin' paid, the Troopers ain't goin' for shit, be careful what you claim, glah

Had to back him, he wasn't on gang shit, pillow talkin' for bitches on lame shit

Let him walk in front of us, nina go off, leave a hole in his back on some Dame shit

Had to trap all day on that main strip, 5K, three days in the same 'fit

Spot him, got him, flock him anxious, I never knew how to be patient, grrah

And I'm back with another one, big WAG

I call up my Troops, they gon' get on your ass

If you Woooin', hop out and we blast

Don't mention my gang, we turn him to the past

Get turned to a spliff

I get money like I hit a lick, most of these lil' **** never be on shit

I got KG with me tryna click, bitch, we be them Troopers, we takin' that trip (Troops)

"Smokin' all deads," what the fuck? None of these **** never did enough

And Jah Savv, he be tossin' tryna get 'em touched

Hop out the V and quack him like a duck

Like, what did you do for your crew?

All of my brothers really made the news

And tell Jay Dee he pussy, knew him up in school

I'm tryna pull up on him, what's the word? Call Nunnie Da III, he pop out and he purge

Fuck feelings, I can't show no sympathy

And none of the opps can get rid of me

Jack my shit K and we killin' you instantly

Leave his body apart like a centipede

Jay Savv, you pussy, flock him out of tinted V's

If he trollin', we turnin' him to a splis (Like, grrah)

Don't lack, don't be outta bounds creepin'

Catch him walkin' outta Crowns

KG, we gon' send him up to bro

They keep on mentionin' him, like is you slow?

Nunnie, we gon' pull up with two G's

Troopers gettin' money, duckin' D's

Savage with me, never duckin'

We gon' hit his muffin, somebody gon' pay for it

Don't mention the dead, we gon' spray for it

Cousins, brothers, don't matter, you pay for it

In the Ville, I'm prayin' that they Wooo back

If an F throw a party, we shoot that

It don't matter, you with him, you get it too

I ain't pickin', no choosin', get rid of you

(Slime, this Glock gon' finish you, pussy

For all of that talkin', get rid of you, pussy)

Before he died, he was yellin' his leg, the dummy took one to the head

I'm with lil' bro tryna empty the rest

Fuck Mali, they done left him in the lobby

Creep up tryna catch me a body, I heard Boomer got hit for a thottie

I hit the front, lil' bro hit the back door

Catch him in that lobby, then he get clicked on

They better ask how we get with the pitchfork

Hawk him down, he fell on his face

We do not fuck with the Bamaz, we tryna do a 98 like he Dee

Sittin' on his crib, we hopin' he come up

They wanna see how I get with this gun out

Clickin' on anything, it's gettin' fun now

I'm startin' to think they forgettin' my character

Who the fuck is OJ? I'll embarrass ya

If it's lit, ****, get a gun

He start runnin', green dot on his back

Red tips rippin' through his six-pack

I'm with 6ix, you Choo, then he blitzin' that

Nunnie with me glitchin', totin', pass off

Free Double R, he did it with no mask on

Get the addy, sittin' on that crib

Okay, times up

'Cause I let a bunch of shit rock, but now I'ma speak on the facts

Ray Makk just died and them RV **** ain't dropped nothin' but a couple tracks

Like go and get back, Rayshawn in this pack, dummy caught a leggy before he got whacked

They gotta relax, Boogie got me smacked, caught a head pop and then he collapsed, glah

Them Bama **** got me mad, yo, SySy, how many times you did bad?

We gon' hop in the OJ lookin' for OJ tryna turn that **** into some gas

All them **** ass, I just wanna crash

Buggout, how you fat and you still fast?

**** did the dash, all we know is blast, Troopers takin' over, we ain't comin' last, glah