Now look Grah, grah, grah Like where the fuck is he going? Like where the fuck is he going? Like, every time that we spin through, an opp in the sky Like, why they mad 'cause we smoking on Fries? Like and my trigger finger got a blister from every time I performed on my .9 Like how many dayroom niggas gotta- Like how many dayroom niggas gotta die? And you niggas keep talking on bro But G-Pop got sent to Allah Like stay on point 'cause they said I might die Like rob who? Well, I ride with my .9 It's everything dead if he creep on my side Like, can't wait till we see Jay5ive Yo, Bloodie, don't stop That's him right there Knock him up the- (Get that nigga) Knock him out the car Ayo Shaun, why you keep running so far? On feet John Wick, I'm tappin my arm Lil [?] got cuffed for the shit he was on Nigga blitzed Lil Cody, blitzed Lil Shaun Freedom almost got shot in the arm I'm in the back of the building tryna see something drop Like, shit jammed gotta get a new knock Still runnin' and duckin', like, I only threw a shot But fuck that like, we back on they land Like, we-we don't need a plan We just gon' spin and hop out the van Like black tech, we ain't coming to dance, grah, grah Ayo RG, who that? That nigga move wrong, put the beam to his back Matt, Lotti, Ray, pack He got hit in the shoulder, it came out his back Oh, that car movin' funny? You won't know what to do Clutch the knock, make sure that you boom Throw 'bout 8 and go back to the hood Then put Nazzy, Rippy in a wood Yeah, that's right, DD is back Pop, Nay, Fries, flat Too much to lose, nigga why would I lack? Push up on me, I bet I react Where you at, anywhere I'ma troop it Oh he think I'm a what, I'ma do it Like, I'm talking before all of this music Shot after shot, I'm the one who's gonna boom it Niggas be bitch Neck shot, he got put on the bench (He got put on a-) I threw 6, had him hoppin' the fence One got hit, hollows rippin at his flesh EK is a simp, he gon' die from his love for a bitch Like, don't forget these was really my mans Like I know who put on for this shit (OGzK) And I'm still smokin' on DaDa No magician, his body went tah-dah (Ahh Ahh) Stay on point, I can't lack for no baba Chest shot hit that boy, he went bye-bye Big gun in my bag go "ah-ah" Like 3 guns when you spinnin' on my side, like Fuck who? I can't let that boy swim See a Shark, I'ma cut off a fin Ah-ah, like where you been? Like straight Maybach's and O's when I spin (Ah-ah, like where you been? Like straight Maybach's and O's when I spin) There's a beam on this blick, so I don't need no aim Like he was just talking on bro Like damn, now that boy is a float' She a dooptie, make her drive the boat Bend through the 9 while I'm-, like Bend through the 9 while I'm uppin' my pole If he trip, buddy gotta go Stand over his body, hit him close Like, every time that we spin through, an opp in the sky Like why they mad? Cause we smoking on Fries Like and my trigger finger got a blister From every time I performed on my .9 Like how many dayroom niggas gotta- Like how many dayroom niggas gotta die? And you niggas keep talking on bro But G-Pop got sent to Allah