Like, what?
KayArchon
Ahh
Every opp shot
Ohhhh
Everything dead
Ahh
[Kenzo Balla]
That nigga dead I could tell by the twitch
Like, niggas ain't never do shit
Smoking Lotti, mix it with the Nick
All the opps know our body, niggas really bitch
I'm with cuzzy, let's spin thru the Mitch
We tryna bend thru up on a-
Mdot got hit in his shit
Like, Sha dead shot, they left him on his strip
Like, why these OY niggas tryna try me?
Tell niggas go get back for Notti
Poked up, niggas got up on his body
Jokes up, Glo start hitting like Lotti
On the 8 perked up, moving oppy
Big knocks and I'm looking for Sha Gz
Head tap leave him like he was E Dotty
Everything dead, nobody lit I'm like copy
Maybach parked up in the T's, I'm tryna leave a nigga like he beans
It's so many opps they got put on a tee
Like, leg shot make a nigga shoulder lean
I can't wait 'til I see Yus Gz
I bet when he get shot this time he off the scene
And it's still free Dthang Gz
When he come home, he get put in a splee
5th to the Sev, free Flock, free TG
Free Hunta, free Wes, free Keme
Free Pdot, free Doowop Beezly
Real risk takers over here ain't figi's
On the Jet's you hear me screaming Ewie
Bitch I'm on BT looking for the DG
GB throw up the Wokk when you see me
TP, Charlie got hit in his beanie
On the Gates tryna make me a shirt
I'm tryna put a nigga in the dirt
JT, Omie, Dollas, Rell, all of 'em niggas got hit where it hurt
GPop, Fries, Wayne, Mel, I spot me a Sweeper
Bet I'm uppin' it first
Get him popped like the trunk or a perc
Flock the scene up and watch 'em disperse
Tap my head just for Rah Rah, like
Can't forget about Rah he got left in the whip
Tap my head for E Dotty
Like, tap my head 'cause he died he got hit in his shit
If me and TG saw Bloodie and Roscoe
I bet you we would've beat him like a bitch
Do him like Dummy poke him in his ribs
Back out the knock and beat him 'til he twitch
[Cito Blick]
All these niggas keep dissin', that shit gotta stop
Li-Like, what? Get off my cock
Said I got cut, but can't tell me the spot
And I'm big EOS, they ain't spinnin' my block
Like still free Crippy, he stuck on a rock
And every opp that we trigger, trip it, let it flock
Bend through the Gz, and the O's
Catch Osama, send him to his bro
P-PDL, I got the lo'
Saw me a crip, I'm kicking down the door
Sha Gz turn Jet, now he turnin' the 4s
Nigga turn into a smoochie, movin' like a hoe
Chillin' on every block, but never yours
Like, we not even done and y'all already lost
GPop in the air, he permanently sleep
I be spinnin' the Doug like every other week
Dubski, Lucci, swept on they feet
Like, Rah Rah, Mexi, slumped in the V
Double back, tryna catch me a P
I really can't wait 'til they free all the G
Like free Pdot, free Hunta, free Wes Dot
Niggas be talkin' crazy but on deadlock
D-Gunna ain't lack out
Swervo got beat, like, both of 'em niggas turnin' themselves out
[JayDaChaserr]
What my niggas bend through
Free, Pdot, free Hunta, free Wes too
Fuck the opps, when we saw, we gon' send through
Bitch tryna chill, but i gotta correct too
And we smokin' on Charlie, Mex too
Can't forget about Dubski, Lu too
On they block I'm outside, they don't want to
On the 5th or the Sev they don't come through
Kay back, now they duckin' they tacos
Smokin' Dubs, when i spin on the Vatos
I'm so glad he got turned into gelato
No beef with the Gates 'cuz they shoot with they eyes closed
We ain't hitting civilians, we be really drilling shit
Why they talkin' what they not tho?
I'm with bigger, he lettin' the 9 go
Couple got hit, just for mentioning my bros
Free TG, free Doowop, free Keme
Like, all my niggas, it's official
5th to the Sev, like fuck who got a issue
He lack on that block, I'm sending out a missile
Rah Rah bit, bullets rip through his tissue
Blick got the beam, ain't no way we gon' miss you
They don't never get back, all they say is they miss you
They forgot about Rah so they gon' forget you
[Rayy Balla]
Pass the Notti, we smoke him a lot
On the Hill, tryna catch me an O on they block
If I spot 'em, I up it and flock
If I don't got my G, he get done like he GPop
Poked up, niggas get left on the spot
Like, I'm tryna make sure he drop
Like, yeah we been sending out shots
Bharlie been fienin' to stay out the block
First thing you hear is that motherfucking “AH”
Like, that's how you know he got shot
And I'm not smoking on Rah no more
Like, that lil nigga some block
I want the best of the dead main opps
Like, somebody roll up the Dots
Leg shot, headshot, I wasn't surprised
Just one of them niggas went out, suicide
It don't matter 'cause both of 'em died
They got fried like some chicken and put in a box
Free the guys out the rock, and the one that's on top they went buggin', blowin' down the spot
Bitch we do this a lot
Need a new G, I done used this a lot
Hang out the roof tryna knock off an Lot
We got guns like the soldiers, so boy better stop
(Grrah)
(Grrah, grrah, boom)
(EVERY OPP SHOT)
(AHH)
(AHH)
(LIKE WHAT)
(SUCK MY DICK)
(MEZZY GANG)
(AH)
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