Grah Grah
Like What
Oh he loafin? flock him
Bro tryna' shoot, but I already got him
Like, I'm doing pop ups
Flick on a Jet, while i'm smoking on Poppa
Notti, Dotty, Wasca
One got poked and the rest got shot up
He think he hot, but these bullets is hotter
(Watch Out Watch Out Watch Out Watch Out)
Beat on his head, like smack down
I'm in the spot, we ain't doing no pat down
Bullets is fast, where you gon' run?
Don't got a mask, still uppin' this gun
Get up on em', I really do that
Smoking that boy that got flocked out his du-rag
Don't got to force it, I'mma creep up
Back out, there go a sweepa' (CBlu!)
Oh you think I'm a streamer? Push up
This G17 it's gon' show you wassup
Don't get shot tryna bluff, better duck
You ain't drill for the gang, no he ain't one of us (Grah)
I put on for the set, that's a must
Niggas be cap, they ain't drilling on us
Sweeper what? I can't wait till I see him
Dissing my dead, I make sure that you meet em' (Grah)
Niggas pussy, they ain't really on that
Mans get packed they ain't getting back
They just dissing niggas in they tracks (Grah)
Why the fuck you niggas don't go spinning? (Grah, CBlu!)
They just dissing niggas in they tracks
When you gon' start to live in what you rap
Yeah these niggas dead butt they don't want smoke
You ain't gon' shoot what you totin' that gun for
Like
On that block posted up like Mutombo (Baow Baow Baow)
Outside, shit really get wicked
Shit that I rap about I really live it
We smoke pop now they all in they feelins' (GPOP)
G-Grinding I don't need no handouts (Not Enough)
Spin no blocks and you dissing you fanned out
He try to reach for his pole that's a man down (Nigga Dead)
Too many shots when I click nigga fan out (Baow Baow Baow)
So much shit that I seen in my past life (In My Past)
When I think about bro I get mad tight (I Get Mad Tight)
Wait, He cannot duck from my flashlight (He Cannot Duck)
Playing duck duck goose with the hats, like
I put this beam on his jet, what
Bullets gon' eat up his chest, look
I put in P for the set
Two Guns, DOA, I'm big EOS
Edot, suicide, Must've been stressed (EDOT)
Notti poked, all in his chest (NOTTI)
Wasca shot, all in his neck (HONCHO)
Three O's in the grave and they still ain't spin yet
I'm a gangster that shit in my flesh
I'm shooting for bro and I'm shooting for less
I'mma show you lil niggas who best
Relly got shot in his back should've had on his vest
One two three he done, clicking this gun
I'm trynna put him to rest
One two three he done, clicking this gun
I'm trynna put him to rest
(WATCH OUT WATCH OUT WATCH OUT WATCH OUT)