Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Baton Vietnam, artist - Tec
Date of issue: 30.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Baton Vietnam |
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 |