Bang (bang, bang)
Melody
DJ on the beat with this, yeah, bang
What we doin'
Tryna catch a murder one
Shorty now get actions with that stick like they ain't had a gun
Bitch, we tryna walk shit down, but I just paid that gay to run
And if we hear the sirens I'll tell Brodie not to talk
Cause bitch we on that we don't really slide, we don't make momma cry
I know a nigga that shot a block and he was in disguise
Gotti G in the back with a 30 clip
Your letter fly
And Yogi beat her Mac
I bet Lil Brodie hit him in the eye
Glock Glock
Bitch, What we doin
I told Zay we inna rack
We outside leave me hella guns
Yeah ain't look thotty
I brought all the switches
If it's water let's slide on the opps
We ain't gon call em niggas
Tryna catch a headshot
Pulling through his dreadlocks
We ain't gonna talk about what we did to
'What's his name'
Cuz the feds hot
Rip it rocks
Some dead opps
Don't get caught in leg socks
No gonna say to much cuz I don't end up
Smoking Antidote
Yeah I'm rich but I still like to smoke on dead opps
If I don't got my pole on me
It's cuz the feds watch
And my Jodie
My dead opps died of headshots
I know my brother
You super be a dead opp
What we doin
Tryna Catch a murder one
Shorty now get actions with that stick like they ain't have a gun
Bitch you tryna walk shit down
But I just paid that gay to run
And it we hear the sirens I'll tell Brodie not to talk
Cuz bitch we don't really slide
We don't make momma cry
I know a nigga that shot a block and he was in disguise
Gotti G in the back with a 30 clip
Your letter fly
And Yogi beat her Mac
I bet Lil Brodie hit him in the eye
