Code Red

I’m right off Atlantic u get off, u make a right
8 lights up u make a left, u can lose yo life
Seen a lot of n*ggas fail, tryna do it twice
Every other night, a n*gga dying
Better keep a pipe
Code red, now this n*gga dead
Full fledge, 10 shots out his head
Buenos Noches, now he inna bed
If breathe he gone talk to da feds, we gone live em in red
Verse — Hitman50
50, I got some to say
I remember all dem days we was locc’d n a cage
Go to court stress out, mad running threw fades
N my lips won’t move CUH I’m going str8 to da grave
All these chains my neck, like I’m working w slaves
Niggas say they outside, but we been sliding for days
I rather flock a n*gga house, i’m tryna look for a safe
Hit young for a choppa, cuh I need me a crate
For I can slide thru da opps, n try to knock off a face
If Hitman catch a murder, shit he beating da case
Gotta cut yo grass low, cuz u might see snakes
Had to let da homie go, for tryna talk to da jakes
That’s on 5 two
Call my asian crips up, They gon slide thru
If Young meet me on da gang, we gon slide too
50 hit em n his head, code red
We gone leave this nigga dead, dead homies
I’m right off Atlantic u get off, u make a right
8 lights up u make a left, u can lose yo life
Seen a lot of n*ggas fail, tryna do it twice
Every other night, a n*gga dying
Better keep a pipe
Code red, now this n*gga dead
Full fledge, 10 shots out his head
Buenos Noches, now he inna bed
If breathe he gone talk to da feds, we gone live em in red