My homies

[Intro - Dark, distorted voice over thunderous 808s and gun cocking sounds]  
Yeah... new track, harder than before.  
This one's strictly for the squad. Blue reppin' Salt Lake trenches.  
Lonie, Davee, Natalie, Pixy, Tyson, Dieago — this for y'all.  
Real gangsta shit only. No cap. Let's murder the beat...

[Hook]  
My homies ride or die — Lonie, Davee, Natalie on the frontline,  
Pixy, Tyson, Dieago load the clips, we cross the thin line.  
Slugs rain on the ops, leave the block lookin' like a war zone,  
Loyalty carved in blood, whole crew turned to stone.  
Stack bodies for the paper, dump 'em where the river flows,  
Snitch talk? Whole set flip the switch — everybody goes.  
Homies forever, from the trap to the casket drop,  
Hardcore gangsta murder rap — we never fuckin' stop!

[Verse 1]  
Pull up deep in the lowrider, tinted windows, straps out,  
Lonie ridin' shotgun, Davee in the back with the MAC out.  
Natalie check the rearview, Pixy roll the wood loud,  
Tyson count the bands, Dieago watch for the crowd.  
We came from nothin' — scrapin' pennies, dodgin' cases,  
Now the whole squad flippin' work, turnin' blocks into bases.  
Salt Lake winters brutal, but the heat from the heaters stay blazin',  
One word from the crew and your whole family gettin' grazed in.  
Remember that night we slid on the ops, masks on tight,  
Lonie emptied the drum, Davee lit the fuse on the pipe.  
Natalie drove the getaway, Pixy laughed while the sirens wailed,  
Tyson and Dieago posted up — made sure nobody exhaled.  
We pour muddy for the fallen, light woods for the stress,  
Talk shit on the dead opps, then reload for the next.  
Cross any one of us — Lonie, Davee, Natalie, Pixy, Tyson, Dieago —  
You catchin' infinite hollows, body tagged with a "John Doe."

[Hook]  
My homies ride or die — Lonie, Davee, Natalie on the frontline,  
Pixy, Tyson, Dieago load the clips, we cross the thin line.  
Slugs rain on the ops, leave the block lookin' like a war zone,  
Loyalty carved in blood, whole crew turned to stone.  
Stack bodies for the paper, dump 'em where the river flows,  
Snitch talk? Whole set flip the switch — everybody goes.  
Homies forever, from the trap to the casket drop,  
Hardcore gangsta murder rap — we never fuckin' stop!

[Verse 2]  
Deep in the trenches where fake homies get exposed quick,  
Lonie spot the snake first, Davee chop the head with no bullshit.  
Natalie keep the books clean but the iron dirty,  
Pixy move silent, leave the scene lookin' bloody and murky.  
Tyson handle the heavy load, Dieago never hesitate,  
Whole squad oath-bound — betray us and it's checkmate.  
We hit licks at 3AM, split the bag even, no greed,  
But test the family? Watch your mama on her knees plead.  
Utah mountains echo with the sound of them fully autos spittin',  
Crew ridin' four deep, windows down, no fuckin' quittin'.  
Remember lil' homie caught them shells? We turned the pain to rage,  
Now every opp we see catch the same fate — no stage.  
Blue

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