Grrah Ayy, too many opps man (Grrah) Fuck them niggas, we gon' catch ya, that's why, get to blickin' I'm too hot Grrah, ayy, grrah-grrah Grrah, ayy COE, all these thoughts in my head, like And them niggas on His bitch tryna fuck for a share, like Bitch, I keep the Glock on my rib Brodie said pass him the shot, he gon' walk down, dismiss him (Grrah) He catch a opp, get to clickin' (Clickin') Fuck the opps, they be dissin' like (Fuck the opps, they be dissin') 'Til a opp nigga missin' These niggas talkin', but they ain't never did shit like (Ain't ever did shit) Why my block being mentioned? Like (Why my block being mentioned?) 'Cause my block got attention like (Block got attention) Bitch, we got 40s extended like And we known for the clickin' (known for the clickin') I hate talkin' 'bout opps 'cause it's shit I can't mention (It's shit I can't mention) I get money, big difference Niggas get shot and still wanna be dissin' Niggas goofy, they all be on kid shit like This shit gon' get scary when I make the hitlist No, I ain't worried, bitch, I really did shit Up this shit in a hurry, bitch, I really blitz shit Too many opps I can name in a zip Rah, Lotti, that dub' never hit Like opta, swear they be all on my dick Send a baba, we catch her takin' a flick Throw a L up, let it drop We make it hot in this bitch Hella dots on the side, watch 'em fry in this shit We got too many opps, they ain't slidin' and shit, grrah I be drippin', that's the shit that I like to do (like to do) Up this pipin' and shit, I ain't fightin' you (Fightin' you) But we get to beatin' his ass, just to stay hypin' you Like, he don't up on the drill, he that type of dude (He that type of dude) I could never tote Beretta They know me, bitch, I shoot through the sweater Like, I get rough, I do drills, any weather Walk down gang, tell me, who do it better? We catch him right, bitch, we beating on optas Bullets hot, make a opp do the cha-cha Spinnin' what? Bitch, they ain't spinnin' my block Smokin', niggas aimed at his māthā Duckin' five-oh, little bro made the block hot Spot a opp, up the heat, let the chop fly He move to his head and shots from his hotspot Bitch, I'm with the gang, so I'm feelin' like Popeye If I'm dolie, I'm still lettin' shit fly Like why would I lie? Up that shit on like six guys No kizzy, this shit really happen Niggas cappin', that's all for reactions Blastin', that's on bro, I get active Lackin', leave that boy in the past tense (Grrah, grrah, grrah) Put that boy all in his caption Brodie said pass him the shot, he gon' walk down, dismiss him (Grrah) He catch a opp, get to clickin' (Clickin') Fuck the opps, they be dissin' like 'Til a opp nigga missin' These niggas talkin', but they ain't never did shit like (Ain't ever did shit) Why my block being mentioned? Like (Why my block being mentioned?) 'Cause my block got attention like (Block got attention) Bitch, we got 40s extended like And we known for the clickin' I hate talkin' 'bout opps 'cause it's shit I can't mention I get money, big difference Niggas get shot and still wanna be dissin' Niggas goofy, they all be on kid shit like This shit gon' get scary when I make the hitlist No, I ain't worried, bitch, I really did shit Up this shit in a hurry, bitch, I really blitz shit Bitch, I really blitz shit, like But we don't flex what they make off this hitlist, like All them niggas on kid shit, like Little bro get to blitzin' Tell 'em niggas, "Just eat" Like, bro in the cut with the speed like, and that .40, ah Grrah, but that shit bought like a speaker