[Intro]
(Gotdamnitdupri)

[Chorus: G Perico]
These days it be anybody, killa
Summer time it be anybody, killa
All my homies hollering anybody, killa
In the streets they saying anybody, killa (Uh-huh)

[Verse 1: G Perico]
Yeah, the code of silence
America showed me the answer to everything is violence
My badge of honor in this gang bang lifestyle
Still ain’t made no profit
Can’t fight the truth
I’m addicted to some shit where all I do is lose
Gotta follow all the rules
Standing firm on the blue
Aye, my n***a is your turn to go shoot
Gotta earn your salute
All that tough shit cute
Whеn we got OG n***as that'll buck shit too
Goin’ down, down baby
Yo’ street in a Range Rover
With a Draco on a drum
Bitch gamе over
Yeah, what’s the city’s favorite question?
You better answer right when you up in my section
N***as get kilt all the time trying to test it
Anybody killa, did you not get the message?
Hello? (Hello, hello)
Did you not get the message?
[Chorus: G Perico]
These days it be anybody, killa
Summer time it be anybody, killa
All my homies hollering anybody, killa
In the streets they saying anybody, killa

[Verse 2: Tapri Grams]
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Look, anybody K (Killa)
LAPD, K (Killa)
Got your hood tatted
Wacked out with a K (Killa)
N***as always ask, "Where you from?" (Where you from?)
From the Js
Ain’t no question ‘bout it boy
I bleed what I bang
Ain’t not question bout it
I’m a n***a in my section (Aye)
I’m a n***a in my section
Ain’t no question ‘bout it
I done did it, i don’ done it all
I done shot n***as, been stabbed
I done seen it all
I done seen n***as get laid out (Laid out)
Seen my homie stretched out with his brain out
A lot of y’all n***as be way too tough
Catch a case, go to jail
And be PC’d up
Red stripes in your chucks
But you ain’t gon’ bust
You ain’t trying to catch a body
Whatchu bangin’ for?
Lot a y’all can’t keep your mouth closed (Snitch)
Lot a y’all never put on so this shit don’t mean nuthin' to you
Lot a ya'll wouldn't even vouch for
A n***a snitched came home and ya'll still fuck with him
Y'all n***as dead wrong
This shit fucc'd up though we still love it (Still love it)
Shout out to my young n***as still down to kill something
(Anybody killa)
[Chorus: G Perico]
These days it be anybody, killa
Summer time it be anybody, killa
All my homies hollering anybody, killa
In the streets they saying anybody, killa

[Verse 3: Slumlord Trill]
Man, the streets serve knowledge
On the block like college