Letras
(Glo made that beat?)
Gang, gang, gang
Everything dead, pussy
Dummy
Niggas linkin' up
(Everything K)
Get hit with them, killed 'em
(Big EBK, everything fuckin' K)
Fuck who I see
Everything dead
Look
Now this deeper than rap
Talk disrespect, so it's time to get back
Stay with a Trend and the Makks in the back
Dumpin' the deal and I'm takin' a pack (grrt-baow)
Now it's deeper than rap
Talk disrespect, so it's time to get back
Stay with a Trend and the Makks in the back
Dumpin' the deal and I'm takin' a pack
Batter up, I ain't talkin' no Nelly
Kay-Kay spot 'em, he pluck 'em like Skelly
Opps in the spot, then we 'bushin the Telly
U.E., thirty and better, no Chevy
.30 and better, we leavin' 'em deady
Leave 'em bloody he gushin', no jelly (jelly)
Get you a gang and a gun, shit is heavy (heavy)
EBK bitch, I'm feelin' like Melly (Melly)
Look, catch Good Day, bitch, that's doomsday
I shoot old heads too, get boomed
And tell Nay-Nay come shake up the room
Lil Gotti call thotty, that bitch is a smooch
I'm so hot, I think I'ma Woo
Lay down on that Tussin', I think I'ma snooze
We keep knockers like this shit essential
.22 long rifles, these bullets like pencils
Homicide, bodies drop when we bend through
Jackin' SK, bullets rippin' his dental
Paramedics, they droppin' 'em silly
Beam on his back, ain't no runnin' like Ricky (Ricky)
Talkin' on bro, he gon' go out like Blizzy (Blizzy)
Scream DOA, and she poppin' her titty (titty)
Poppin' her titty
Then back on that chain snatchin' (like what?)
And still ain't a thing happen (like oh)
They can't speak on the shit that these niggas ain't do
Geek off the Xan', I go dumb with it too
He a fool with the deuce, he don't know what to do
Swear to God when I boom, better duck, better move
Wait, I catch a O yeah, .40 gon' knock off his whole head
But the other side, they never outside
So we said fuck it, we boom at the old heads
When I scream DOA it's a code red
And I put that on bro, we want all red
If they linkin' up, we smokin' all dead
I'ma say it again, we want all red (we want it all)
That's on bro, when I up better move (better move)
With this deuce, I'ma fool I go coo' (coo')
.22 long rifle, shit long like a broom (broom)
EBK bitch, we don't pick and choose
If I slide and he run wit 'em, he gettin' boomed (grrah, grrah)
I told AC, "Bro watch what I do" (like what?)
Spun through the 8, upped my fingers, they flew (they flew)
'Cause they know what I usually do, like
30's or better when we spinnin' through
If it up, ain't no tellin' me coo' (no coo')
And the way I went out for y'all, they wouldn't do (they didn't)
That's on bro, I went dumb wit a deuce
So don't question my loyalty, nigga you fu' (you fake)
I ain't dissin', but this shit is true (like facts)
Ain't gon' speak on how many I threw (like grrah)
They gon' act but they know what I do like (grrah-grrah)
They say Kay you be buggin', just pass on (pass on)
First one I see, he get packed off
Dougie B catchin' alley's off backboards
I threw ten, Dougie let off the last four (grrah-grrah, boom)
Like, better run, 'cause I shoot with no sympathy (sympathy)
DOA bitch, I'm dumpin' on anything (pussy)
Legs on my body, I feel like a centipede
We get muddy, I tell her don't Henny me
Wastin' my time on a bitch, are you kiddin' me? (Like what?)
I ain't cuffin', unless she a-milli' me
Niggas chattin', they diss on the internet
No we not into that, not with the chitter chat
Sixty-two shots, I'ma knock off his fitted cap (grrah-grrah, boom)
Be with them, show no remorse, bitch, I'm flockin' that
Self-made, just tryna get paid
I'ma get it, it ain't no debate
Forever ten toes, I'ma always be great
I go broke, that's on God, I'ma take (on bro)
Baby, fuck wit a Flocka, bend over
Show no remorse, bullets shakin' her shoulders
Break her phone if that bitch try to post us
DTB telly, for sessions we poled up like
And forever JB, we gon' go dumb
Me and Dougz rappin', I hope that we blow up
If he screamin' out Gz, I'ma throw 'em (grrah)
Bullets so big, hit his car, it might blow up (grrah-grrah)
On da 'Gram he be pickin' them poles up
Caught 'em in traffic, and that nigga froze up (nigga froze)
Like, nigga talkin' fuck he wanna do? (Like what?)
Oh, he chill with them opp niggas too? (Chill with the opps)
He better not be there when I come to 'oot (grrah)
Whatever they throw up, I'm droppin' it to
Fuck that, he get dropped wit' 'em to
When we bend through, we brung a thot with us to (we brung a thot)
Do a drill, put the knocks in her boot (knocks in her boot)
All for bro, he get shot actin' cool (like what?)
They could suck a dick if they not feelin' me (what?)
Call up Kay, he gon' slide with artillery (grrah-grrah)
Dougz in the back with a beam on the lemon-squeeze
Get caught outta bounds and I won't show no sympathy (no sympathy)
Lil' thottie, I love how she lickin' me
But if she tryna line me, I'm lettin' this semi squeeze (grrah-grrah, boom)
Niggas goofy, they hangin' with rats (they hangin' with snitches)
When you see me, don't give me a dap (don't give me a pound)
Free all the goons, I can't wait 'til they back (wait 'til they home)
Niggas better just stay where they at (stay where you at)
And you better not false a attack (like)
Brodie up pole, put your brains on your lap (like what?)
Off the muddy, ain't no lovey-dovey (no dovey)
He move wocky, that boy catch a sluggie
Step in the party, these bitches they love me (they love me)
Off the muddy, my vision is blurry (my vision is blurry)
I'm not worried, bro shoot in a hurry (I'm not worried)
I'm not worried, he shoot like he Curry (on God)
Glock's with extensions, this shit holdin' thirty (I shot a what?)
Catch a opp and this shit gon' get dirty (shit'll get muddy)
Everything dead, grrt-baow