Iron City Crew E-Ball feat. Lil Nate and C-Murda

Intro

Lights low, city wild, 808s rumble

Got the crew, heavy moves, nobody stay humble

Late night, steel grip, running through these blocks

Alabama blood boil, hear the sirens talk

Verse 1

Bama boys lurkin', teeth gold like a Chevy

Slangin' loud in the trunk, got my palms sweaty

Eighty-fours scrape while the neighbors all peep

Strap in the glovebox, cranking that heat

Fish fry stank still burning off the rag

Candy paint drip, bodies in the back

Op tied up, best keep your mouth zipped

Don’t pass that block if you ain't with the clique

Chorus

We run these streets, full throttle, southern fried

Bankhead dreams with a barrel at ya side

Dirty, dirty talk with a dirty, dirty mind

Stackin' dirty cash, all my shooters down to ride

Verse 2

Swisher guts spilling, still posted outside Krystals

Rollin' up a pound, make the city feel dismal

Cops at the door but we laugh and we dip

Feds keep watching but the crew never slip

Corner to corner, it's war, no fear

Pop another Xan, see the world real clear

Chopped up screw, keep the haters on mute

If you ain't with the violence, you ain't rockin' with the group

Chorus

We run these streets, full throttle, southern fried

Bankhead dreams with a barrel at ya side

Dirty, dirty talk with a dirty, dirty mind

Stackin' dirty cash, all my shooters down to ride

Verse 3

Cadillac doors swing, paint spilling on the curb

Parked outside the trap, watch 'em flip another bird

Remington tucked with the handle cracked off

From West End down to Avenue, my hitters blast off

Got Percs in my sock, scales on the table

Birmingham raised so I’m never unstable

Pistol pop quick, leave a hater in the red

That’s just Alabama manners, leave you out where you bled

Chorus

We run these streets, full throttle, southern fried

Bankhead dreams with a barrel at ya side

Dirty, dirty talk with a dirty, dirty mind

Stackin' dirty cash, all my shooters down to ride

Verse 4: Lil Nate & C-Murda

(Lil Nate:)

Big Glocks loaded, got the stash in the floorboard

C-Murda with the shank, kickin' doors like it’s folklore

Sirens and them blue lights don’t scare a damn soul

If you snitchin', mama cryin', that’s just how we roll

(C-Murda:)

Steppin' through Ensley, got a brick in the dash

Lil Nate at my side, pourin' lean in the glass

From the woods to the trap, we all getting paid

Now your face on a mural where your body got laid

Chorus: Both

We run these streets, full throttle, southern fried

Bankhead dreams with a barrel at ya side

Dirty, dirty talk with a dirty, dirty mind

Stackin' dirty cash, all my shooters down to ride

Verse 5: Lil Nate & C-Murda

(Lil Nate:)

Settin' fire to your trap spot, it’s smoke till it’s gone

Pistol in my lap while I’m thumbing through a bomb

Fix a problem with a hollow, see the blood in the mud

Cracked teeth grinning, I was raised in the crud

(C-Murda:)

Hit a lick on a rival, spray shells through the fence

Pulled up mob deep, leave his family tense

Blue flame from the muzzle, it’s a southern salute

Still baggin’ up grams, still dodging the suit

Chorus: Both

We run these streets, full throttle, southern fried

Bankhead dreams with a barrel at ya side

Dirty, dirty talk with a dirty, dirty mind

Stackin' dirty cash, all my shooters down to ride