Letras
Hold up, this crafty beat, hold up, this crafty beat, this crafty beat
Baby drac on my lap nigga try to run get hit
It's fullys on every stick know we gone get off every trip
Glock30S with a muzzle you ain't never seen that stick
Heard they say it's smoke go grab the wood let's get shit lit
Caught em trynna take a flick
Chased his ass down with the switch, bullets hit the ground I really missed I couldn't believe that shit
Fuck a dnm I catch lul mike ima send a blitz
Fuck exotic all them niggas fags they not tammat shit
Smoking YTK Jay to the face dat lil boy some mid
Mud got smacked with the switch, it's a fuckin' vid
Take my belt off and whoop Lil' Carter, that's a fuckin' kid
Zay ain't wanna shoot his gun back, is that the life we live
Shit's sad, nigga had his gun, ain't even try
Riding' through Cornell, got hoes in the strike, droppin' fives
lil oil snitched on lil' Rob just so he could cut his time
I'm toating ten milli in a party, I can't do no nine
Kasper snitch too, what the fuck, these niggas opps
Solid never fold to the bone, we solid as a rock
700 only diss DTO, cause bro took they Glock
Y'all niggas not DTO, shit, yall ain't sent a shot
Put Lil' Bro in the kitchen, he gon' work the pot
Send Lil' bro on a mission, have that door locked
Spent with the switch on Lexington it got the O hot
Let off 30 in a nigga party, we got more shots
Dump the 30 in a nigga party, it got hot quick , niggas
Fakin' in they song, dissin gang, they ain't shot shit, we
Heard that lil' diss that you dropped, that shit not it
Been droppin' shit, ask bro, we do not miss
We do not miss, ask bro, we been spint' they block, niggas not on shit
Put the smack down and beat yo' ass, I'm still poppin' shit
Put a ring on that lil' bitch, she still hoppin' dick
Send 5-5-6 to a strike, we done rocked his whip
Bop Ho talkin' bout relations, finna block the bitch
Had a free strike downtown, he ain't lock his' shit
K1 mad at the gang, Brodie, chocked his shit
Just did the boys bad on the O, we on Lexington
If I don't got my gun in the field, then I'm flexin' shit
Been workin' the pot all day, the geeks testin' it
Got the scriptures on the back, plate really blessin' shit
(Bitch Free Hospital Gang)
You'll think the plug he was God, how he bless the bag
Stopped the whip when I see a opp, I'm finna stretch his ass
Popped it through the window and made his head press the gas
And his mans ran a four-flat, boy, I couldn't catch his ass
Yea his mans ran a four-flat, boy, his ass was too quick
I call this opp bitch CP3, how she Alley-oop shit
All you opp niggas bitches, boy, y'all ain't never shoot shit
We got the whole city screamin', they some doits and ain't do shit
My niggas we some real doits
Nigga, we can get it to it
How the fuck he got a new Gen 3
Cause he ain't never blew it
You ain't never blow the fully lil bruh, I show you how to shoot it
Yeah, they thought he was cut, but he wasn't, we already knew it
Yeah, they thought his bitch ass was like that
If I roll up this dead, nigga, it might bring his life back
Switch puttin' shit to bed, nah you can't fight that
I don't know why he tryna fight back
He tried to reach for it bro, left his head where his pipe at,
If you reach den bro teach you already know this
Bro I just put a button on the back, I show you how to blow it
I was 13 with blick in the bag, I ain't know how to toat it
Now I'm quick to up stick and give em one like that nigga chosen
I be quick to up stick and shoot the clip to your face
That ass got in that room, he start seekin' like Kanye on the ground
Postin' old shit like we don't know that past
Up the top, now he lookin' like Scream cause his face froze