Like, where the fuck is you going? (Grrah, grrah)
Where you going? (Come here)
It’s that Dee Play4Keeps nigga, Os up, never Gz, you heard? (Baow, baow, nigga, ah, ah, ah)
He said, look, baow, baow, baow
Drippy, would’ve did drills in my denims
We on Caine block, posted on 7th
Uncle L, now we on Lennox
Lil’ Dray B tryna hop out and get ’em
Word to bro, we done tripped to 08th
Niggas stay in they ‘jects to be safe
Like, he said, “Dudey ain’t flick”? Then he laced
I hop out that V and I’m watching ’em race
Word to bro, fuck the fame
I done really done trooped through 08th
Like, free Banga, bro could’ve—
Like, started skippin’ ’em stakes
I told bro, “Let’s go on a drill”
Baby Bz tryna go up for the kill
Like, shit get nasty, shit get real
Told bro, “Up first,” know he will
Like, I can’t wait ’til they free Kay Flock
Word to bro, I was fuckin’ his thot
“Dumping On Anything,” y’all niggas cappin’
Go get back for y’all deads in the casket
Let’s go blitz, EA Sports, Madden
He-he tried to reach, so I’m blastin’
I put the dot to his head like Aladdin
Like, thirty stick on my hip, yeah, I’m blastin’
I done gave them a visual, I done showed them how to put they mask on
Who got shot? And his daughter, that was a sweep
Now I get off the backboard (Baow, baow)
I call the bros like, “It’s time to go to bend”
He like, “Bro, we already went”
I’m like, “Fuck it, we going again”
He like, “Drill only taking the steps”
I skip to my lou, that’s what I do
When I’m on the 2’s, I back out my G
Bullets’ll stick to your head like Cody
Hand stop throwin’ like a roach on my shoe
You a G, nigga, you better stand up
Ten Os, nine shots, better duck when you hear us
Rah died, I turned into a dancer
I was hyped they put him on a banner
If I walk with this beam, bet I get ’em
No hesitation with my G, I start flickin’
Word to bro, I done had niggas missin’
Troopin’ on feet, they don’t know what I’m feeling
Heard the 1 tryna spin, yeah, I know
Spot a opp, I won’t shoot through the coat
Ain’t no need for the beam, niggas know
I ain’t going for nothin’, you mentionin’ bro
Creep through the S, where the fuck is Day Ryer
Kal G, he got hit with some fire
Mari a rat, he was wearin’ them wires
See that opp, he got hit with them tires
In the V, niggas know I’m a problem
We catch a case, then the bros know I got ’em
Why the fuck do y’all diss my block?
Nigga, Mac caught a shot then he dropped
I told lil’ bro, “It’s time, put your shoes on”
He got a new boo, I’ma flick at his new jawn
In the party, she gettin’ her groove on
She tryna spin with the bros, we can’t move on
Rah, Ray, Nay, the fuck did we do to EK
Bro, he ran on his bae
Nigga, Kev runnin’ Ricky, luck got up with him
Drippy, would’ve did drills in my denims
We on Caine Block, posted on 7th
Word to bro, fuck the fame
I done really done trooped through 08th
I skip to my lou, that’s what I do
When I’m on the 2’s
If I walk with this beam, bet I get ’em
No hesitation with my G, I start flickin’
Creep through the S, where the fuck is Day Ryer?
Kal G, he got hit with some fire
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