We banged at his top for talking to hot
We spinning wit 30s an 40s and Glocks
He claiming that p'z he bound to get shot
Believe it or not I keep me a chop
All of the thots they come to the block
She hearing Evona she popping a titty
Think ima bitch boy come get up wit me
100 round drum but dis bitch carry 50
Ima top app in my city
Youngest in charge in my city
He said that he jackin what
My ootas goin flock at his way
Send couple shots where he lay
None of my niggas don't play
We spinning broad day
Bullets goin heat up his face
This 45. tuck to my waist
GRR GRR ayee
It get spooky
I bet you you I shoot me a movie
I'm fiening to catch me a body
On bro Bet I leave wit a Homi
Just know a few killas behind me
She a Treesh little bitch tried to line me
Don't trust no bitch that's oppy
(Don't trust no bitch that's oppy GRR GRR Aye)
No I don't wanna f*ck shawty come here an just give me the sucks
Little bro he lacked on the porch ran up (Bow) we upin the score
We upin the score none of my opps aint spinning nomo
(No they aint spinning nomo, None of my oppsaint spinning nomo)
Tyy Bandzzz he a oota for real
Get the drop on the opps and he drilling for real
Tecca he keep em a steal
He been in the field he sliding for real
TySav goin bang at yo top
That lil nigga shootin till yo body drop
Croc dat nigga a demon
Run up and snatch all yo shii for no reason
EBK I feel like a demon
F*ck all the opps and f*ck what you claiming
Couple my niggas they banging throwing up B's few of em blazing
Send 5 I'm sending back 10 empty the clip right at ya mans
Suck my dick ya niggas is fans caught em in traffic you know dat he ran
Three different niggas laying in piss all of em dead dead in my spliff
They sayin EC just chill I'm thuggin for real I been in the field
Everything dead keep one In the head beam on the blick it came wit a stick
Roll em up right in a spliff smoke em to the bone damn clip
I Pray to the Lord for all of my sinning why do I feel like a villain
We spinning an spinning an spinning an spinning bullet goin f*ck up his vision
Im chasing the guwap an no I can't stop yea on the way to the top
Jump out gang we pop out the cut my niggas they shootin for fun
That nigga he moving real shady think he the feds say hi to my gun
GRR GRR Aye Lemme chill ya niggas better clutch ya a steal
You never know shit can get real
Dat nigga a pussy he squealed
My gun go GRR GRR GRR Boom
Bet you those bullets he feel
