We going out, out, out, out We going out, out, out, out, we going out We going out, we going out We got our eyes blurred right and the weird up loud We going out, yeah we ignite the night in the sunburn town Locked and loaded, rocked and rolling Driving

Music's playing up and down the block Mostly Christian, blues, country, folk and southern rock It's a little piece of paradise way out here in the woods There's always something going on down in the trailerhood My neighbor Carl, he lives next door Pink

What the fuck I'm 'posed to say? Police pull me over, they ain't got nothing to say I told 'em, "I got tints because I'm rich", they said, "Okay", ayy Gotta pray a lot niggas get shot up everyday, ayy If I play the block today, I'll make 100k, ayy Heard

Turn the key, turn the volume up to loud Roll right, roll every window down Let the whole block know what this is about That beat is hot This is how it goes Welcome one and all to the show

I've got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak I've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks I've been drawn into your magnetar pit trap trap I wish I could eat your cancer when you

I get a whole lotta guap (guap) Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta guap (guap) Whole lotta honeys (ooh) Too many bands, I can't thumb it (ooh) I got a crib at the top (top) Brother, he stay on the block (what) Brother, he sip on the wop (what) I'm

(Fuck 'em, fuck 'em) Young beast to four green Dirty or clean nigga the money is all green Cock it back ya know me Every nigga look the same behind a stocking cap Shit on waisted Rather see death then be locked down in metal bracelets

You've been bought, you've been sold You've been locked outside the door 'Cause you deep down want some more She's so good with her stiletto While she searches for the vein She cuts you once, she cuts you twice But still you believe The wound is so fresh

All or nothing If you go all in, you got a lot to lose, my friend If you say "all in", you don't get to choose again You know what you're doing, but the clock is ticking Give it your best and then you're onto something And keeps on getting closer, closer

Baby you fix me I'd be crazy baby, lost forever Blowin' around in stormy weather Like a bunch of dead leaves I'd be a boarded up house on a dead end street Old Chevy on blocks, leakin' gasoline Oh it ain't hard to see Broke down is where I'd be