Letras
(Ain't that Lil Dave on the mix?)
Walk down, walk down, walk down, walk down, walk down, brrt, nigga (Lofye drippin' too hard)
Long live Big Drac, long live Baby Drac, nigga
Free Blowski, foe, free Nardo, free Drac, pull up, nigga (is that Young3Three?)
Devil on my shoulder, in my ear like, "Tap a hat" (brrt)
Bail out, toss, no clappin' back
As soon as he run, we pat his back (go, go)
Stand over, glitch 'til his shit cracked
You come through here, no chance to clap (no chance to clap)
Keep trailin' him down and slid back (and slid back)
Tryna use your feet, get your shit tapped (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
We jump in cars, send shit to Mars
Post up, play D, who tryna bump? (Go, go)
Get put in check for actin' hard
Off GG bars, stop actin' tough (stop actin' tough)
We fucked him up, no need to flodge
Go teeth, on God, a goofy sum
Sysy walk him, bail out, dump
Quanni dance, they ate a truck
On the P with a burst
Teen in a mask got put in the dirt, I know that shit hurt (brrt)
The opps steady dissin', we the ones clappin' they homies and puttin' they ass in the dirt (y'all know that)
I'm on alert, all-black Q50S, leave the dicks right here in the dirt (skrrt, skrrt)
She lift up her skirt, I don't wanna fuck that bitch unless I got my yerc (I need it)
Aj died, he went out the worst
Glock 22, this bitch got a burst (brrt, brrt)
Quanni in the cut, throw chop at his shirt, Cam gon' burst
Told Reno to get up with me
Me and lil' brother gon' bail out and purge, go, go (y'all know that)
Walk down, walk down, walk down, walk down, walk, walk
I let SySy set the pick (set the pick)
Twin Gens, ghost switch (ghost switch)
10 dead, got hit in his shit (got hit in his shit)
I hear your lil' .40, you hear my nick'
But that don't mean they first to blick
We look right back and spot the dicks
Kit V, get gone, that shit was quick
On every hot, don't think you slick (nigga)
We'll get wild on any block (brrt)
4 block teeth, ain't sent a shot
Just burst your .40 or aim with chop (yeah)
Kept pattin' his back 'til shorty drop (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Kittin' and purge, we do it a lot
Just make lil' sound outside his slot
At early mornin', at 9 o'clock
In school for breakfast, I jumped an opp
That head-tap make bodies drop
Lil' shh ain't feel no body shots
These six-twos look like shotty shots
Lil' Walk float all type of hots
I seen Lil Cam glitchin' Glocks
Keep Big Reno, four-nick' with box
Say that shit left, they left the car
Abort the mission, now you use socks
That button you heard Lil Mari Glock
Get bored, reflip Lil Mari slot
I glitch right before Ari shot
I got shit that leave your body locked
But you don't wanna catch no artery shot
Can't post up, not even parkin' lots
These Micros make your party stop
Don't care if you sworn, get your 'Rari boxed (nigga, go)