[Intro: Kenzo Balla]
Grrah, grrah, boom
Ah
Every opp shot
Everything dead

[Verse 1: Kenzo Balla]
If it get lit, I'm bendin' through that block
Tell the Y to send a couple shots
We drop an ooter, chillin' with some ooters, if you try to run up, then you gettin' flocked
I heard a bunny got put in the box
And a hollow hit him in his top
I'm from the 5th, we got a lot of opps
But they don't do shit, we got a lot of chops
When I'm uppin' the knocker, that shit got a kick
Roll a Dummy, mix it with the the Nick
They cap in they rap, but they ain't doin' shit
N***as keep gettin' took off the list
If she tryna line me, I'm slimin' that bitch
And a n***a gon' die with that bitch
'Cause I keep a knock, I can't go out like Nick
So my knocker off safety, this Glock got a switch
Like, spin the Hill, whеre they at?
I'm tryna take a Jiggy off thе map
N***as kill me, that's a fact
Like y'all wasn't just throwin' up Makk
And since n***as lookin' for Makks, I'ma spin through the O tryna make me a pack
Hit his chest and it went through his back
He hit the ground, the bullets left him flat
With the Makks and the Crippys
Lookin' for Gz, it get litty
Put a beam on a glizzy
Back out the shotty and do him like Nicky
94K, we don't fuck with no Drillys
Thottie line 'em, this shit could get tricky
I'm on sight and I'm always on fifty
And we still slidin', tryna make a spliffy
I wanna shoot, lil' n***a, just pass that
With the chopper, I feel like I'm Mad Max
Oh, it's the Jet? Knock off his dad hat
In the fifty, bitch, I'm where the Makks at
And they dissin', but they gettin' clapped at
My lil' wocky gon' up it and blast that
You got money, bitch, I gotta have that
You want a feature, then send it through CashApp
Like, mix the Rah-Rah with the Dummy
And the Mexxy with the Dubski
And the Yellow with the Country
Everyone shot, yeah, that shit could get ugly
No GDs, no Bunnies
Everything dead if n***as try to touch me
Bitch, I keep a chop, I'm always comfy
He got hit and ain't die, he was lucky
[Verse 2: TG Crippy]
We gon' bend through they block in a GMC
I can't wait 'til I catch me an OMB
He throw an O up, you know that I'm sendin' three
I can't wait 'til a n***a run into me
Keep a knock and this shit not for show
Spot an O, then he gotta go
I'm uppin' the pole and I'm shootin' for sure
Catch you on the Hill, then I'm lettin' it go
N***as know we don't fuck with no O's
N***as know we don't fuck with no Blixkys
N***as know we don't fuck with no Drillys
Opps linkin' up, man, this shit gettin' mixy
Where they at? On the Hav?
Say that, we gon' come through the back
In the stu' with a couple of Makks
I'm a Loc, but I stay with a Hat
Ayo, Justo, where they at?
On the tenth, I'm tryna get smacked
Send shots, they ain't ever throw back
Big OMBK, n***as know where I'm at
Free Keemy, n***as know what's up
If he got it, I bet he gon' let it dump
Fuck a Sally, I heard she be jammin' up
We gon' bend through the O tryna catch us one
How you say that you smokin' on JB?
Headshot, leave a lil' n***a lazy
Not a killer, but don't play me
Pass the knocker to my lady
She gon' flock it on the daily
Fuck the opps, I know that they hate me
Want a feature, better pay me
Every track I'm on is goin' crazy
Yo, Kenzo, pass me the eighty
I go through that block and I bet I go crazy
Where the opps? They sick
Tell them n***as to get off my dick
Ayo, Nesty, you a bitch
Your mans got back, you ain't never do shit
All I see is, "Everything for Rah-Rah"
Y'all ain't do anything when he went bye-bye
Keep a knock, I'm a top opp
Free Kay, n***as know that's the top flock
Spot an opp and I'm sendin' like five shots
Big DOA, n***as know that we top five
Keep a knock, I'm a top opp
Free Kay, n***as know that's the top flock
Spot an opp and I'm sendin' like five shots
Big DOA, n***as know that we top five
[Verse 3: JayDaChaserr]
Ain't you fifty? N***a, you a kid
Out there spreadin' rumors like a bitch
Beat who up? Man, he gotta be sick
Why you think I spent bread on this grip?
And it's always the n***as that don't leave they crib
EK who? Man, that boy is a snitch
Say he an ooter, but never did shit
When I catch you in traffic, just know that it's lit
Claim we got static, bro, who is y'all foolin'?
Outside, they spin, we boomin'
Linkin' for clout, man, these n***as is goofies
Fanned out, they rushed, they groupies
Spot me a jake, send shots to his kufi
Seen tragic, shit get gooey
Teach 'em 'bout move, we been tryna make movies
Clearin' blocks, this shit get spooky
We been buggin' like fuck all these new opps
8th the Hav, we gon' study that new block
Bust a Chevy and get me some new guap
Fuck around, go ahead, buy me a new chop
Heard Nas got hit in his treetop
But I thought you was walkin' with big rocks
Spin the block, see an opp, he get hit up
Big GDK, so mad it's gettin' drenched up
[Outro: Kenzo Balla]
Grrah
Every opp shot, like
Everything dead, like
Everybody K, like
Ah
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah