Wrong Side of Town

[Intro: Ann One & Boldy James] 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 [Verse 1: Boldy James] 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 blastеd and it would have been finished Howevеr it happened, anything to prevent it Ain't uploadin' no statuses, only checks and them balances All my young niggas savages, all them real niggas 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? [Chorus: Ann One] 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 [Verse 2: Boldy James] 227, what else? Product of the concrete Thirty shots in my nine piece, turn your block to a crime scene Hell-bound, niggas 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 nigga 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 [Chorus: Ann One] 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 [Outro: Ann One] 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