Baton Vietnam - Tec

Cops tryna find us, and cops shots flying nadas

Bullets hitting by standers, they say they supplying cancer

Sound effects fire crackers, we blitzing like line backers, turned children

into bastarders, moma crying in front of pastor

Hook:

And I heard the women screamed, man down murder scene and we glorify take life

of a human being, welcome to my city this what murder mean

Who come to Baton Rouge, make sure you pack ah tool, don’t cruise threw my

avenue

Want smoke then a pack of kools

Cross that track unblunt roll

Denyell to the front door, all we know is gun smoke, and we go re turn tore

Shoots from the cutta member that night left of shots with my brother

And the same night they hit em left him and my mother in the living room crying

got hit blood brother so I had to flush em

Retaliate less than an hour, put this shit behind me

Go joce for that pow if Casey was tommy, I’m voch for that pound

Fuck over you shoot out all throat out of your collar

Shout out that wood, that bitch like my second home, they really was that thing

but shit changed since Zoe gone mane

Float down Saleeby feeling oak in so long

Use to ride down 75th and banks to scope man folks zone

Brooks town them niggas certified, easy town, walk down we got murder ties

I’m in Zion city riding wit it

Murder on my mind, riding in the passenger seat letting the devil drive

Hook: x2

And I heard the women screamed, man down murder scene and we glorify take life

of a human being, welcome to my city this what murder mean

SouthSide land lord, Shout out hatch he the land lord, have you riding round

that bitch Paranoid

Let em fly like planes at a airport

Park town in the hole, them niggas distribute them pounds and loads

I swear them Gordillaies train to go

Started that yea shit round the globe

Ghost town and Dixie’s I was beefing with them hoods

But you ain’t had shit to do with Zoe body then big brother we good

Ain’t got to explain what’s understood bitch we still gon Ride for toog

Yea Hollywood where it look good, but I’m still with that choppa on goodwood

Murders on the daily, hot damon where they caught shellz

Super hero niggas dying thinking this shit is marville

CeCe loft thief, spinning the gonna blast back

Don’t let moe go in mad max I bet you that won’t pass back

And this a prayer form the trenches

Forgive my city need repentance

The killing endless and so many age Victims

Over crowed jail system like welcome to hell nigga

Hook: x2

And I heard the women screamed, man down murder scene and we glorify take life

of a human being, welcome to my city this what murder mean