Izzy verse:
If it’s smoke let me know cause you know we can get It
That nigga all cap so I shoot at his fitted
Boy what’s ya body’s cause we double digits
Spin back around yea we coming consistent
Big ass 50 and it’s chunky like a fat guy
Nine real pretty put a dick in the backside
Nigga said what ?
We don’t let that slide
Face shot boom left a nigga with a bad eye
I do my dance with that choppa I’m jaking
I got on chains like I’m locked in the prison
I’m rolling 20s like I’m with the pistons
I shot that boy cause he hopped in my mentions
Jugg verse:
Niggas be trapping
F*ck do these niggas be sipping
listen, I got the glock and I shoot with precision
I got glock and it’s next to the pot yeah that bitch on the stove when I whip in the kitchen
I need a hunnit in hunnits a 100 round drum and A whole lotta bullets
We need a hunnit in hunnits got hunnits of shooters they ready to pull it
Know that these niggas don’t want It they say that do , they talking that bull shit
Cause I make a call up to dummy, he pull on block and he strapped with a full clip
Izzy verse:
Strapped with a fully ,I beat that bitch like a bully
Rocking that blue like I’m tookie
Talking to demons
I feel like he understood me
I think that demon a rookie
Cause bitch I’m a pro with it
Gamble with life and I roll with it
Cooking with bake let It soak in It
Pot forth , pyrex sore
Beat It so hard but I whip it so more
Knock knock ooh, who the f*ck at the door
Back to the bone bitch I’m back to the core
Jugg verse :
Back to the core don’t sleep with no guns on the floor don’t sleep with the work in the draw
Coke is straight bomb they hit It it’s making them snore they come back like give me some more
Hunnits of gun don’t think that they ready for war but nigga we ready for war
Hunnits of drums We spin thru dey block erryday and come back and give em some more
Izzy verse :
Hunnits of choppas we send a hunnit to the doctors
A hunnit niggas acting sore
Then helicopter they coming picking up the ops
Left they body with more Pours
Three in his head like I’m bowling
Auto wheel stolen when we pull up rocking and rolling
They don’t believe us we showed them
ARP ain’t got no kick so I shoot till it’s broken
Glock 17 got a Treyway catch em lacking then It payday, Rain bullets mayday
Give a f*ck about what he say give a f*ck about what she say Young niggas make way
Monday make It to a mad day
Sunday turn it to a sad day
Tuesday his last day
Wednesday come around the back way
Thursday is trap day , Friday I’m fucking like back page
Jugg verse:
Saturday counting the cash day
Shawty gonna f*ck me she think it’s the last day
Light up a blunt make her ash on the ash Tray
Ever go broke it’s gone turn to a mass day
I need a whole lotta cash, nigga f*ck with my bag it’s gonna turn to the last day
And that day gonna turn to the last day
And that day gonna be a nigga last day
It ain’t a day out the week when I walk out the house and I ain’t got the heat
I gotta stay on my feet gotta whole lotta niggas they ready to eat
I tell em Bon appetite if you sit at the table you know it’s a fee
I put her head head by her feet when I jump in that pussy she know ima beast
