Letras
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Grah, grah, grah
Like where the fuck is he going?
Like where the fuck is he going?
Like, every time that we spin through, an opp in the sky
Like, why they mad 'cause we smoking on Fries?
Like and my trigger finger got a blister from every time I performed on my .9
Like how many DOA niggas gotta-
Like how many DOA niggas gotta die?
And you niggas keep talking on bro
But G-Pop got sent to Allah
Like stay on point 'cause they said I might die
Like rob who? Well, I ride with my .9
It's everything dead if he creep on my side
Like, can't wait till we see Jay5ive
Yo, Bloodie, don't stop
That's him right there
Knock him up the- (Get that nigga)
Knock him out the car
Ayo Shaun, why you keep running so far?
On feet John Wick, I'm tappin my arm
Lil nigga got cuffed for the shit he was on
Nigga blitzed Lil Cody, blitzed Lil Shaun
Freedom almost got shot in the arm
I'm in the back of the building tryna see something drop
Like, shit jammed gotta get a new knock
Still runnin' and duckin', like, I only threw a shot
But fuck that like, we back on they land
Like, we-we don't need a plan
We just gon' spin and hop out the van
Like black tech, we ain't coming to dance, grah, grah
Ayo RG, who that?
That nigga move wrong, put the beam to his back
Matt, Lotti, Ray, pack
He got hit in the shoulder, it came out his back
Oh, that car movin' funny? You know what to do
Clutch the knock, make sure that you boom
Throw 'bout 8 and go back to the hood
Then put Nazzy, Rippy in a wood
Yeah, that's right, DD is back
Pop, Nay, Fries, flat
Too much to lose, nigga why would I lack?
Push up on me, I bet I react
Where you at, anywhere I'ma troop it
Oh he think I'm a what, I'ma do it
Like, I'm talking before all of this music