Grah, grah, grah
OGz the fuck up (Uh-huhh)
Don't run (Pow, pow, pow, pow)
We tryna shoot a Jet down, on that runway
Niggas know how my gun play
I'ma crash out, do whatever my gun say
In the Gz, I'ma click through that runway
Don't think we sweep, baby, but not on sunday
After we prayin' on monday
When Yus got hit, we was having a fun day
We celebrated that shit, like a birthday
Our should I say B day, oh shit, can't forget about Edai
Two of them got hit, we was running on CJ
They know my body, I'm yelling out: "Free PJ"
If I'm in the spot, and they play opps, then we start blitzin' the DJ
We made them run like a relay, we was up on them times, you can't relate
I'ma bend through that yard, every shit that we do is for Yellow
If I go get [?] for Yellow
Stab that lil' boy, like, this shit is for Yellow
We gon' push every shot on his back, make him mellow
Bitches gon' run, when they hear how we echo
This shit glued to my hand,I feel like I cannot let go
Nigga said I'm a bum, but you came home with no money and no crumbs
Bro came home, showed money and gun
I was telling him: "Chill boy, you still ain't spun"
Like what happened to Flyboi Mike? Why he ain't stay with his pipe?
Yommy, you ain't do nothing when Dummy got killed, but you rap on the mic
Nigga rap for the hype, [?] Delilah got [?]
We tryna shoot a Jet down, on that runway
Niggas know how my gun play
I'ma crash out, do whatever my gun say
In the Gz, I'ma click through that runway
Don't think we sweep, baby, but not on sunday
After we prayin' on monday
When Yus got hit, we was having a fun day
We celebrated that shit, like a birthday
We tryna shoot a Jet down, on that runway
Niggas know how my gun play
I'ma crash out, do whatever my gun say
In the Gz, I'ma click through that runway
Don't think we sweep, baby, but not on sunday
After we prayin' on monday
When Yus got hit, we was having a fun day
We celebrated that shit, like a birthday
Jet-K, YG-K, 300-K, 1300-K
Don't get caught in traffic pussy
Bow, bow, gang, gang, gang
