(DefBeats did 'em dirty)
(Grrah, grrah, grrah)
(Gang, gang, gang)
Skrrt, skrrt-skrrt-skrrt (Gang, gang, gang)
Rrah, rrah, rrah
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt-skrrt-skrrt (Rrah, rrah)
Lost my father before I was born
Caught a attempt tryna work on his form
See the bad grain, don't get caught in the storm
Bro in the feds with a phone in the dorm (Gang)
I'm in the bed with your bitch, making porn (Skrrt)
They better watch what they say in them songs (Gang, say in them songs)
He keep on dissin' the dead, now he gone (Now he gone)
How he the king? He ain't never perform
Shoutout them steppers, we all got a bond (Gang)
Savages lurking from dust 'til it's dawn
He lost his pulse, he ain't gon' never respond
It's a man down, if I back out, they gone
Say the wrong thing, I'ma lash out (Lash out)
Shoot through the jacket, don't back out (Back out)
Bro just came home from a max out
He on parole, tryna crash out
I'm tryna rock it and pack out
Totin' the three hundred black out (Black out)
Drop me the low, I'ma crack out (Crack out)
Stepper'll spin 'til he pass out (Pass out)
Grab the shiesty, balaclava
He got left in the street with his knocker
Ain't no way you can run from a chopper
You gonna need way, way more than a doctor
Opps on the news, shoot out the coupe (Out the cope)
Shoutout my steppers, they move like the troops (Gang, gang)
We left a rap nigga dead in the booth (Dead in the booth)
My shooter trailin', we spinnin' in groups (DefBeats did 'em dirty)
Ain't gon' come back 'til he finish the mission
Spin through they block, let off shots, then we dippin' (Gang, gang)
Had to reverse just to make sure he finished
Niggas be cappin', they really musicians
Mask on, I can't get caught on surveillance
If I get caught and get billed then I'm bailed
Shot him in traffic, he losin' his steerin' (Bop, bop)
Shooter back there, he ain't look through the mirror (Bop, bop)
Bro did a hit in his B22s, I was the one with the blicky in school
.357 my favorite tool, get off the scene and they won't have a clue
Hold on, hold on (Hold on)
Slow down the whip, let me hop out (Slow down)
Blick in the Goyard (Hold on)
He ain't even seen when I popped out (Stupid)
Searchin' for opps to unload on
24/7, so watch out (Gang, gang)
All fun and games 'til the scope on him
They can't trace the whip if we swap out
Niggas be droppin' the rakes for no reason
Following trends until somebody bleedin'
What you gon' do when you run into demons?
You better up it, I got it, I'm squeezing (Gang, gang)
They gotta pick up his brain, it's in pieces
I'm from a hood, niggas die over sneakers
Bro pop a Perky and he get to tweakin'
Aim for the taco, y'all know the procedure (Gang, gang, gang)
(DefBeats did 'em dirty)
Word to my mother, I stay with a blicky
BG4L, SG (Rrah, rrah)
Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt
(Gang, gang, gang)
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