Chain Gang twenty-twenty two
TDSC
IDS crew
All that tough talk you doing really don't mean shit
Come up out your crib
You're gonna get your wig split
Thirty-three hot shells to put you in the ground
Begging for your life
Where's the hard shit now
You fucked around and found out what were all about
Didn't like the outcome and now you're bleeding out
It didn't have to be this way
But you played the game
IDS crew, bitch
Don't forget the name
Playing games and talking shit
Gonna get you fucked up quick
Ten on one ain't what you want
Got beat up for tryna ta front
Try to run
I love the hunt
Got caught up you dumb ass cunt
Got a gun and think you're hard
Now it's time I pull your card
Pull your card
Pulled your card
You ran away
Live to see another day
Won't be that lucky again
Never should have called you friend
Bunch of snake-ass motherfuckers
Here today gone tomorrow
Soft-ass pussy-ass bitches
Fuck you, bitch
Fair-weather friends get dealt with real fucking quick
Shout out to the reals ones
TDSC
IDS crew, baby
What up