[Yungeen Ace]
I ain't sparin' shit on this bitch I ain't gon' lie
Aye GMK
[Yungeen Ace & GMK]
If KTA fuck with Y&R, then they're all rats
If Winnie the Pooh get on the stand, and nigga I'm gon' call that
6Block, tell 'em how we get up close, we face shit
Y'all can ask La Cracka, he the one who got his face hit
A nigga ran down did Osama like Obama 'nem
Keep 'bout 2-3 Glocks inside the car, even with my momma 'nem (Aye, aye)
Its 32 shots inside this car, 'cause I got one Shotz inside my wood
And a nigga named Tay Shotzz posted in the back, with 30 clip all black hood
Run from a opp, niggas wish we would
Wanna be gang, they wish they could
All these opp niggas wanna be famous, take em out the rap game, put 'em in a wood
Lets talk some real facts, the only nigga gettin money was Lil' Mitch ass
Stood over him and now he dead, with his bitch ass
Backstreet just fucked him a opp hoe, with her thick ass
Ace collectin bodies outta state, with his slick ass
I can't smoke 6 so i gotta smoke 8
Mix in the Netri, sprinkle the Dank
Nigga know I'm a shark, come jump in my tank
Still flip a nigga car like back in the day
What about Teki?
What about Nine?
What about Bim?
What about Spaazz?
What about Mookie?
Talkin' 'bout the nigga who hopped in the car and he crashed
Talkin' 'bout NHG, you talkin' bout a nigga gon' hop out, get on your ass
Talkin' 'bout ATK, gon' run down shit and face 'em with no mask
Talkin' 'bout anything what we bang, better ??? assed out, laid in the grass
We put switches on the Glocks we shootin', they too fast
Why them opps look like they 'bout to eat? Knock off the breadwinner
Chopper make a nigga lean, just like he got red in him
I don't fuck with none of these rappers, all of 'em bitch and green
Don't put me in no mix of shit, I'm steppin' on shit you ain't never seen
I just bought a lot of choppers, 60 clips and red beams
I got blood on my Amiris
They gon drop your case at first appearance
None of these bitch ass niggas, can't take them serious, them niggas ain't scaring me
Niggas won't pick no side, boys gon' die, because they in between
Opp hoe sister choosin' me
We don't condone no foolery
She said she feel safer over here, this where the shooters be
She say ain't no paper over there, shit, she barely eat
Them niggas keep on dying inside the 6, them niggas barely breathing (Still alive)
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