[Intro]
Like look
(Grah grah, boom)
(Dont run, dont trip)
[Verse 1]
We can speak on the facts niggas ain' getting back
How the fuck is they dropping my hat
Bro tryna get em' beam on his back
Me and my ooter they ain' getting packed
[?]
Yeah im 9oh bitch im from the Raq
He could get hit for dissing on the dead
Thats why [?] shoulda never tripped
Everything shot, on the guys
Call up leeky he gon' send some shots
Call up jiggy he gon' let it flock
Free [?] Mr. Hit the block
[?] brodie made it hot
It hit different when its one of mines
We ain' bitching anyone could die
[?] nigga hе get shot
[Verse 2]
Blitzing on feet think i spot me a vato
I can't wait till i catch lil chapo
[?] a bitch had him ducking his taco
And his brother run rick to thе cops tho
Everything shot niggas know how we rock tho
EMS, EOS, where the opps tho
We in the V throwing [?]
And lil bando your sister a thot hoe
I spot a O put that nigga to sleep
On the bros we ain [?]