G Perico - Echo lyrics

Uh, yeah, uh, I pledge allegiance
Stick a needle in my eye
'til I stop breathing
We ain't seeing eye to eye, bitch
We out beefing
I'm a god, come to knock down your top demon
Retaliation, we expect it in a hurry
Summertime got these niggas getting buried
Ghost towns on both sides, niggas scary
My boy in the county
Right now fighting murders
I got three hundred thousand
About to jump on a airplane soon as I land
I'm in the streets fully activated
Can't drag my feet
I'm a million dollar nigga and
That talk shit cheap, Plus I'm off 5G
We gon' save that for the ho niggas
It's easy, find these marks
Then we smoke niggas
Bitch, what's happening now?
Let off a hundred rounds
Lay down the whole crowd

223 shells echo through the crowd
The homie hit, you gotta go back now
When it's war time, don't nobody be around
Here I come, on my way from outta town
223 shells echo through the crowd
The homie hit, you gotta go back now
When it's war time, don't nobody be around
Here I come, on my way from outta town

I know you wonder why these
Sucka niggas smut your name
Why the fuck you think? 'Cause
They want your fame
CVO burning rubber when I pound the streets
My little niggas move about a
Hundred pounds a week my name's solid
You won't catch me on no paperwork
I got some day one niggas
That really hate the turf
Tsk, but I still love it, though
I'm tryna buy the hood
That's what I'm getting money for
I could see the silver lining in the clouds
I sit back and reminisce about the
Days that I was wild
Now I'm more strategic, better believe it
You could kill me dead right now
And still wouldn't beat me
I done planted seeds and yanked out the weeds
I'll point, aim and squeeze with the 223s
Come knocking-knocking-knocking down
Your block, Knocking off heads
I don't care who got what, bitch
I got bread all these sucka niggas talking
'bout who up next
Doing it for the clout, I do it for the check
I'm living life, so when it's done
I ain't got no regrets
I put this shit on the map
Give me my respect

223 shells echo through the crowd
The homie hit, you gotta go back now
When it's war time, don't nobody be around
Here I come, on my way from outta town
223 shells echo through the crowd
The homie hit, you gotta go back now
When it's war time, don't nobody be around
Here I come, on my way from outta town

When you out in traffic
Make sure you stay in them rearviews
And don't let yourself get
Trapped in traffic
At that red light, you know?
'Cause shit get dangerous
I got the only house on the block paid for
That's why I'm the king around here
Yeah, you are the king, unc'