[Verse] In that bounty blood, you know I hit that East side I was throwin' up Fruitridge, not no peace signs I heard they want me dead, I can't stop at stop signs We traded in 57s for them Glock 9s Baby vying for my time, she gotta drop a dime Convicted felon, another weapon, bitch I got mines I don't chase that bag, baby, I let it chase me Like a...Learn More