I'ma turn up for everyone watchin' (Gang) He get shot if he think that we boxin' (Baow-baow, baow) AP, I'm totin' a whole lot of knockers (Grrah) Niggas know we the ones on that timin' (On that what?) Chopper on me, bet I make it sing (Grrah, grrah) Catch me lackin', bet I make a scene (Woah) Hit his top and take away his dreams (Grrt) He too far, I'll mark him with a beam (Boom)
And this. 40 be liftin' niggas Shit get sticky, I know Digga chingin' niggas (Grrt, baow) Only gang, I don't hang with no different niggas It get nasty, if you ask me (Gang) Windows tinted, I throw out the backseat (Grrt, baow, boom) I get deaf from the. 40 be clappin' Deez on my body, they know I ain't lackin' Dunkin' the fours, they know they gotta catch 'em, like Why these niggas be cappin', like? (Grrah, grrah) I will slide through the 4 with like four guns (Boom) Forty-eight, bro hop out and he throw one (Grrah, grrah) Then we blitz through the back and they all done And it's fuck all the opps forever (Fuck all the opps) I'm gettin' cheddar so I almost bought one Said he bodied, then he gotta show some When I pop out the cut, niggas gon' run
We gon' make a mess and that shit get you blessed like, get you put up in the sec' And we been givin' hell we still givin' wreck like, GBG do it the best And I said what I said, GB did it the best Klay, watch how he fold on his chest And they wanted me dead, so I geeked on a leg (On a what?) We get money, so fuck it, let's party (Grrah, grrah) Kay came in stompin' like we in the army She off Bacardi, yeah, she gettin' naughty (Huh?) Bad bitch too tact', like Harley, don't taunt me Any location, get boomed in a heartbeat (Grrah, grrah) Yellow and beans, I don't need me a molly (Grrah, grrah) Broke and you dissin'? That shit lookin' sorry (Grrah, grrah) Get paid on a beat, we killin' him softly (Grrt, baow, baow, baow) Pause
So let's take a trip We cruisin', we purgin' don't care who we hit (Grrah, grrah) Look, one call, I'm makin' it lit (Grrah, grrah) Them readies get ten or the candles get kicked (Free Flock) Get the drop, every opp will get hit Swerve through them lights, we ain't stoppin' for shit And this gun really tucked on my hip I really live what I rap and I rap what I did (Grrah, for real) Too different, no switchin' Better not bitch if you come on this mission (At all) Little B in the back, tryna blitz 'em Yellin', "Don't run" but these bullets gon' trip him (Don't run, don't trip) Think I came with no knock, he a fool What you gon' do when I run into you? (Like, what?) I'ma click, so don't get it confused In this war, we don't play we don't say, we just do (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
I'ma turn up for everyone watchin' (Gang) He get shot if he think that we boxin' (Baow-baow, bow) AP, I'm totin' a whole lot of knockers (Grrah) Niggas know we the ones on that timin' (On that what?) Chopper on me, bet I make it sing (Grrah, grrah) Catch me lackin', bet I make a scene (Woah) Hit his top and take away his dreams (Grrt) He too far, I'll mark him with a beam
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