Letras
Grrah, baow, baow
Brr, brr, brr, uh, uh
Niggas know what the fuck goin' on (like, brr, brr)
Big BabyChiefDoIt, man, you know what it is (uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, baow, baow, baow, baow)
Enough is enough
I say you niggas forever stuck in the streets, nigga, we not the same
KR come through six feet tall with a mask and gloves, nigga look like Kane (brr, brr)
Slatt, watch a nigga blow like propane
DThang, Lil' Mari bounce from both ways
Now a nigga left with no brain
Got the whole block soundin' like a gun range, brr, brr
She been callin' my phone, nigga, I'm in the kitchen
Mike Tyson the pussy, she brought me a pigeon
Niggas be wantin' to die, we ain't chasin' no beef, really be tryin' to reason with niggas
My first time off the lean, I fell flat on my back screamin', "Damn, I feel it"
I promise I'm not an addict, lil' nigga, we all got different ways of healin'
Minimal cried, only fuck with the villains, it's animals only, she stuck to the ceiling
I'm not a rapper but if nigga pass me a beat
On B, I'ma come through shittin' (like, grrah, like, grrah)
Baow, baow
Grrah, it don't matter the V, I'ma spin in a Civic
Seen us in person, he realize that this shit get deeper than music (word to bro)
If I call up Lil' Chief, he gon' do it
Bro got a G with attachments included
Baow, baow, metro, we really boomin' (like, damn, word)
And we got the killers and thooties promotin' the movement
.30s and switches, we spinnin' with buttons and ratchets (grrah, grrah)
Bodies gon' drop when that Ruger hit
Bro in the cut tryin' to break 'em like breadsticks (grrah, grrah, grrah)
Free Thunder, my nigga was shootin' shit
Push up on us, watch us get on some stupid shit (like, grrah, like, grrah)
B-Boy, we used to this
Why do thots be shamin' other thots and they both doin' dicks?
Knowin' she be goin' block to block, how could you kiss them lips?
You on some nasty shit
I do not want no ratchet ho, I need a classy bitch
These hoes know I'm him, before I talk, I beat and bag the b-