Video Pfa Ttf 816 Cypher de Aj Honcho 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Aj Honcho - Pfa Ttf 816 Cypher Lyrics

[Verse 1: PFA Leek]
I gotta get back but fuck them niggas and they deads
They can go link up for safety, like, I said fuck it, I’m sendin’ all them niggas lead
I don’t care if they Hat, Folk, Crip, nun, mention mine they got me fed
How they gon’ link up, dissin’ my homies
The reason they linkin’ ‘cause they homies dead
Why the fuck is they actin’?
Said I’m duckin’ the rexk, I’m always in the ‘ject
Why the fuck them niggas keep on cappin’?
Throw shots to the stomach, chest, head, them niggas gotta get active
Like, word to bro lemmе find one of ‘em niggas grave ima pull up and piss on thеy casket
This shit could really get like, like, this shit could really get tragic
Nunnie keep dissin’ he don’t got parents, I heard his that moms is stuck in the box
Like, you got other shit to worry about, why the fuck you keep dissin’ my block?
Etho, you was really just a rapper, like, why you actin’ sum you not?
We smoke Lefty, Mack, like, we gon’ do him like Ju and send him to the top
Loopy he just got beat up on Snap, Jay Spazz, word, he got beat with it bad
I was on them sides walkin’ through the Floss, it was multiple scenes tryna hit a hat
Oh that’s Jay Rich, you know we get on his body, we don’t gotta run he too fat
98, they was runnin’ off the track, [?] on my body I don’t gotta rap
Said it’s time to get niggas exposed, like, I know shit that some niggas don’t know
Like, better know that I’m not one of those if you push up on me, man, I bet you I throw
If I throw on that beam niggas better get low, like, my case I’m ready to go
Like, he tried to run, too slow, put the shot to his chest now that nigga a float

[Verse 2: Baby Gee]
I said I’m gucci everywhere I go, like, like, what do you know?
I got a chrome heart and shed denim tears for all the times I was broke
For all the times I ain’t glo
For all the times we lost hope
For all the times bitches curve me, tryna spin the block give me throat
I had a dream that bro got hit, wasn’t concerned what happened to Virgil
Shots ring out on the block, I’m tryna check on who in my circle
Bro OT on the road shit [?]
Leek on the block, .45, he creepin’
I see —, word to bro I’ll leave him, PTSD don’t come through speedin’
I threw a red one in the top ‘cause the get back never stop
Came up from [?] ready to epp ‘cause playin’ it cool was never my bop
Who is these niggas talkin’ so hot?
All black on, walkin’ through their block
Waunny got beat and took it on a hop
Shh got shot took one of his locs
Boomer died, he got lined by a thot
All just do bads all them niggas popped
Bitch we the Floxks ‘cause we do this a lot
Have some respect all them niggas shot
Playin’ in the streets I know that it’s cold
I know a couple who stuck to the code
Most of the gangsters grew up and told
Came with a gun but never a soul
Ready to die and it’s humble with him
Fuck all the opps got a hunned of them
You chillin’ with fifteen or twenty of them
Yo, fifteen click throw twenty of them
On they block move militant
Hella rounds in this G, clip infinite
Throw shots get low like a prison pen
I ain’t gon’ speak on that incident
Jah Savv, why you copped it?
Boomer got hit with a rocket
Shh got hit with a glahh, died with a G he should’ve floxked it
[Verse 3: Vine Shotz]
Back and I’m better nigga, it’s time I expose y’all niggas
Know I’m the goat they done told y’all niggas
Keep sayin’ our name we don’t know y’all niggas
Shh got shot then got hit off the peds, like, why you ain’t go with your bro lil nigga?
Threw on the beam you know that shit was red light, aim for his head send him home lil nigga
I ain’t gon’ say much, they cannot tame us, two 30s back to back they call me Tatum
Grrah, I’m with the guys we smokin’ Juju, made a mistake they erased him
Grrah, niggas know ‘bout mines and they know what we do, word to bro we seen — and we chased him
Like, [?] got up on him and grazed him
Free all the bros they got booked and ain’t say nun
Grrah, we gon’ get to the facts, like, do not push up on me and get whacked
In the 9, almost 17 hit his back, okay, I guess we just lookin’ for Rackz
48, throw a Jet, throw it back, we attack
In the Bay tryna make a Hound nigga collapse
Like, look, Kenzo you is a bitch, go take you a trip to the Kirk and get back
Like, look, Gunna, Lefty, Studda, White Savv, Bdot, Tdott, them niggas dead
See them run up for a three, he couldn’t see, heard he got left from his head
.357 start spinnin’ like ballet, we tryna up and aim above the legs
Nunnie keep sayin’ my name know he mad gay, like, [?] dead and I know he fed
I get too high put Gunna in the ashtray, I think I see that dummy in my head
Niggas had they time and they ain’t do shit with it, me and my niggas is takin’ that spot
Like, get in our way you gettin’ shot, we ain’t stoppin’ for nun not even the cops
Like, look, gotta get back to the block, check on Citizen app tryna see if they shot

[Verse 4: EBK Freddy]
Watch what you say, watch how you talk to me, I know some niggas that’s hoppin’ out v’s
Like, really though, we was troopin’ through their p’z, got a bad lil bitch get it done on her knees
Jackin’ some Gz but I’ll flick at a G, it be thirty and better, who fuckin’ with me?
Like, ask that nigga where he from, if he fuck with them sides he get turned into weed
Black masked up with my stick up on me, it’s a PFA party my blixk up on me
Ju tried to run he died, he got sent to the sky, all that trollin’ got sent underneath
I got the drop where they be at, me and brodie pulled up with like three straps
Get it and take it, lil nigga, I mean that
Rello caught one to his chest and he leaned back
All my opps they be internet talkin’
I got five in this clip, I told [?] “Let’s go hawk him”
They wasn’t jackin’ that shit when we saw ‘em
Next time, bet we leave that nigga coughin’
Gunna had his G and got put in a coffin
Chest shot, got that nigga feelin’ nauseous
Leg shot, how the fuck that nigga walkin’?
When I got it on me I gotta move cautious
Come over here you will not make it back
Couple opps linkin’ up with the rats
Slow the v down, brodie think it’s Rackz, send him to Dior, turn him to a pack
Why they frontin’? They know where we at
Heard a opp bitch fuckin’ and she got the —
And they mans died, why they wanna rap? Backin’ out on kids, all that shit is whack
And a couple of y’all niggas don’t do none, talkin’ crazy won’t walk off the block
Etho a kid, ima give him his props, he one of them lil niggas talkin’ what they not
[Verse 5: J4ThatOoter]
He 41 then he shot, I think them niggas know my bop
They want street cred’ so bad, so now they linkin’ with the opps
Throw the rake down, ain’t no chase down, leave you face down when he floxk
Think he Ape now, he a plate now, it’s a takedown up the block
Like, .38 with a grrah
Let the shots play like Harambe, that’s another Ape in a box
Throw the rake up let it floxk
There’s too much jakes on the block
I see Wooo niggas, I’ma shoot niggas, I got faceshot for the opps
Ya I’m duckin’, dippin’ from the cops
Wasstaxkin’, big GD
Send shots, straight figi’s
Jaydee hype think he beat him a rape, why he movin’ like he beat a petey?
Fuck Kay Macc, he be lackin’
Two deep in the v spin to Gaston
What they on? Why they chattin'?
Boomer died ‘cause he switchin' [?]
OMB they be rattin', they just make it sound good when they rappin'
See a Wooo get to clappin’, when son got shot we was laughin'
Kooda B done told
Mauley got beat with the chair
Dee Savv got slapped in the yams
C Dotty got beat with a tan
KR got put in a headlock
D30 got beat and he ran
Jenn got slapped and she jacked it
Jah Woo got stripped in the van
I know a opp who talk all tough but he hidin’ story on the ‘Gram
Day Glizz got shot in his leg on a drill, like, ion know how he stand
PDubz got slapped he a fan
Envy got cut, goddamn
These is the niggas you thinkin’ is tough, like, how? I just don’t understand
PDubz got slapped he a fan
Envy got cut, goddamn
These is the niggas you thinkin’ is tough, like, how? I just don’t understand
[Verse 6: Rivtwer AJ]
All of my niggas is cocky
Btches wanna give the up ‘nani
When it come to the spinnin’ and drillin’, providin’, we make sure we doin’ it wisely
On the scene with a brownskin thottie
Love to spin with niggas and tote on her body
I up the knocks [?] shot like a hottie
Gotta double back, gettin’ paid for the homi’
Ah, like, pushin’ up it’s a [?] to the [?]
I know the reason all these niggas mad for
I’m the youngest to do it with their mask off
Slime me a older bitch, bust on her asshole
Baby I be trappin’ I cannot brag off
Manifest that money so you can stack all
If you me to take off the rubber and clap you
We can spin ‘round then ‘round ‘til the pack’s sold
Boomer got packed up
Rello got tagged up
Prince got smacked up
And Gunna was sturdy ‘til he seen a nigga hop out of a black truck
Bro on my right but shit could go left
Introduce a new chapter
Ball like the Raptors, I am a menace
If they ever spinnin’ through AJ block we be back within minutes
Now I got a problem, I was gonna stick to the rap
Play my role and provide for my brothers and me
I gotta do what I do in a whole ‘nother fashion ‘cause I’m a different type of breed
Went right step with the G on me
Double back outside with my ski on me
He outta place, we let him bleed
Yellin’ “780”, we causin’ a scene

[Verse 7: Doso G]
Let ‘em push up, niggas know I’ma toss
Wait, niggas know who not to cross
Let ‘em try to play me, he get hit with that torch
Son smokin’ Breezo, left him in the store
Just know the heat go everywhere I walk
Like, nigga cannot really talk
And the shit they be talkin’ about it be [?]
Free all my demons, hope they win in court
Like, in a Beamer throw that shit in sport
They wanna be us, your bitch let us beat up already
Run to the spot, gotta clean up the fetty
All that talkin’ then he caught a deady
Chest shot, he couldn’t breathe it was heavy
He ain’t never do shit for his bestie
How the fuck did you get shot by a telly?
Bro spot a opp, do a opp like he Lefty
Bend through the Floss with the 42 hefty
Still fuck 12, nigga, they gotta catch me
Can’t duck shells, nigga, shit a get messy
Been in that field, gun kickin’ like Messi, grrah
I dare a opp try to test me
Jump on the phone and this bitch wanna neck me
I keep the .40 shit blacker than Jeffery
We don’t play with them niggas, they know who been givin’ them hell
Look, hollows went through him he frail
I can’t talk ‘bout the last nigga, caught him a shell
Like, them niggas never pop out when it’s time to play ball, niggas tuckin’ they tail
Look, can’t forget Gunna, mix him with Shamel
That .40 barkin’, hit him and he fell

[Verse 8: EBK Leek]
Drillin’ on feet what the fuck is a Troop?
Like, I heard them niggas wanna hoop
Two man on a drill we floccin’ out the coupe
Smokin’ on Boomer see him through the roof
Merch on the set, bitch, they know what we do
Everybody on my side droppin’ the Woo
Merch on the set, bitch, they know what we do
Everybody on my side droppin’ the Woo
Bro pray to Allah, doin’ drills while they fastin’
We spot a AMG we gotta crash it
Smokin’ on Studda, Studda, that’s a basket
White Savv, face shot, he turned to ashes
Big EBK I ain’t givin’ no passes
Never too hot to go spin Mother Gaston
Big EBK I ain’t givin’ no —
Never too hot to go spin Mother Gaston
I’m never gon’ lack, I’m too tact with a dilly
Like, tell ‘em free Billy
We known to still make it hot, free Willy
I keep a Glock with a dick, no Diddy
No BMG, they get sent to the upper
Baby 23, I don’t fuck with a Structure
Like, we smokin’ Rilla out the pack
How you die in the studio? Nigga don’t rap
They ain’t got no scenes tell them niggas get back
If you come to my side we goin’ tit for tat
I’m with a couple GD’s and the Makks
Free all the guys them niggas put up stats
Said they boomin’ for Boomer, niggas not that
We still ride through the lo’, I’m smokin’ Jah Black
They know what we do, we make the p’z hot
Mixin’ the T with the Bdot