Suck my dick, nigga
It's a public service announcement
I'm tired of y'all niggas dissing me
Y'all niggas is butt, y'all niggas don't get back
I fucked a lot of y'all niggas' bitches (ahhhh)
I'm talking 'bout all on this one
(On that block, posted up like a statue) (rrah)
Smoking Dotty, nigga (rrah)
(On that block, posted up like a statue) (Grah)
(On that block, posted up like a statue) (Grah)
C Blu
On that block, posted up like a statue
Thirteen shots in this gun, tryna clap you
When I get on my back I'm elite
No song, but it's making him leave (grah)
Mali he smart, on the drill he a geek
Like a widow that nigga gon' creep
Walk 'em down, fuck shootin' from deep
My niggas on time and they spinnin' on feet (grah, grah)
Spinnin' in tints, they all see what's comin'
Roll down the window, yellin' out "What's gunnin?'"
Yellin' back, bullets get to dumpin'
Tryna leave a gunner on that pave
Fuck the 8, fuck the have
Fuck Ju Heff, fuck Caine
Fuck Dot, we smokin' his brain
And the one that died the other day
Niggas soft they don't put in pain (ahhh)
Yellin' "Whoopty"? that's a 48
Yellin' back, we crashin' that plane
L.A. a clown, and I fucked his bitch
She a demon, got one up the dick
Yeah I'm talkin' 'bout Izzy, shoutout to that bitch
Tryna speak at Jojo Spliff
I see SA, he better not run
Walk 'em down, yellin' "I'll come here"
Where you goin'? Don't be scared
Bullets high, better prep', I should jam
Like the sandwich, I'm givin' up ten
No stripper, but I keep a pole
And like Brady, yeah I let her throw
When "shh" got shot, why the fuck he told?
Nigga fuck your deads, they all in my throats
Nigga fuck your deads
Fuck Edot, nigga
Fuck Notti
Who else? Fuck Rah
Fuck all them dead niggas
I'm in Harlem, tryna let it flock
Smokin' Mel, higher than Edot
Huncho, he a dick, shot he drop (dickhead)
I'm a demon tryna give 'em hell
Rappin' and drillin' 'cause i got the belt (rrah)
Mops, kids, we givin' them the belt
Suiciders who did it, to Edot and Mel
They was so young, why they kill theirselves?
On that block, posted up like a statue
Thirteen shots in this gun, tryna clap you (grah, grah)
When I get on my back I'm elite
No song, but it's making him leave
Mali he smart, on the drill he a geek
Like a widow that nigga gon' creep
Walk 'em down, fuck shootin' from deep
My niggas on time and they spinnin' on feet
Spinnin' in tints, they all see what's comin'
Roll down the window, yellin' out "What's gunnin?'"
Yellin' back, bullets get to dumpin'
Tryna leave a gunner on that pave
Fuck the 8, fuck the have
Fuck Ju Heff, fuck Caine
Fuck Dot, we smokin' his brain
And the one that died the other day (rrah)