[Intro: Kenzo Balla]
(Man like Ron, you know)
Like, what? Ah
(Nadda)
(Spinback, turn that shit up, fam)
Every opp shot, everything dead, grrah
What the fuck? Ah
Every opp shot
Like, what? Ah

[Verse 1: Kenzo Balla]
Grab a knock, leave him dead on the scene
.45 with an infrared beam
Send shots out the chopper, make his body lean
Tried to run, but he tripped and his body got steamed
No remorse when I spin through the Ts, like
I'm tryna spot a Gz and do him greaze, like
I’m on Courtlandt tryna let it squeeze, like
I'm tryna up the knocker, do him Sleeze, like
Mix the Dummy with the Country
On Frontstreet tryna do 'em like Dubski
How many n***as got wrapped like a mummy?
Hollow tip bullets burnin’ through they tummy
Notti got poked, n***as left him all bloody
Edot went suicidal like a dummy
Big chopper, who you touchin'?
He try to push up on me, I'ma dust him
And I'm gettin' tired of y'all Lams
They keep dissin', but never got back for they mans
Last opp got hit in his head on cam
Sent two, three shots to his chest, like, damn
That's the opps right there, go blam
Go get up on that n***a, leave him where he stand, like
Oh, he flyin’? Crash him, make him land, like
(Send every shot and do him like his mans)
I’m with Rayy B, totin' an .80
GBG babies gon’ spin and go brazy
Catch a Drilly, rock him like a baby
Couple shots hit his body, leave him lazy
Totin' on Stacy, don't play me
Bitch, I'm a demon, can’t nobody tame me
Chop start blowin', no AC
Send two shots if you talkin' on JB
Blockwork, n***a cappin' in interviews
Put that on bro, I can't wait to run into you
N***as saved you, we should've finished you
N***a copped it, now he throwin' subliminals
And you jackin' n***as that don't jack you
Just like Notti, n***as should've stabbed you
Just like Edot, n***as should've clapped you
And it's a PD when my n***as catch you
When I spin through the Mitch, I'ma throw like six
Like, I'm tired of these dirty-ass Crips
If I catch lil' Winter, she get hit
She gon' be up with sixteen, dead in my spliff
Leave her six feet dead in the ditch
I was thirteen totin' Berettas and shit
Spin the Gates movin' dusty with grips
Catch Flash, on bro, I'ma up off the hip
[Verse 2: Rayy Balla]
Big chop, it hold like thirty-two
If I spot me a Gz, I put him on the news
Kenzo start goin' ku with the deuce
Get back gang, tried to run and got boomed
N***as dissin' tryna get some views
They was droppin' the wagon, left some demons loose
Headshot'll make his body snooze
How many n***as went out like a fool?
Bitch, I'm smokin' on Notti and Dotty and Rah
Them n***as give me a boost
Spin through, I'm clutchin' on my tool
If I spot me a Drilly, send 'em to the moon
Off a Perky, bitch, I act a fool
Start spinnin' broad day, sendin' shots at your crew
N***a Blockwork cappin' and shit
In his interview, we should've clapped him and shit
Me and Kenzo two deep with the blick
He said, "If he move wocky, just shoot and don't miss"
I said, "Wocky, give me the assist"
He said, "If you throw five, then I'm throwin' like ten"
"Okay, bet, let's make it lit"
It's a man down every time that we spin
I told TG, "Let off the whole clip
We tryna do 'em like— shh, once again"
Bharlie buggin', hit him in his shit
Blick gon' blick him, leave his body stiff
Free Keme, free Chase, free Pdot
When y'all touchdown, y'all know it's goin' be lit
I be ridin' with knocks in the whip
I got accurate aim, when I shoot, I don't miss
Yo EJ, reverse the whip
If that's an opp, we gon' do him like Rick
I got Lilo, brodie got Stitch, if the gun jam up, then he gettin' ripped
Then he get beat with the grip
Better not fall when you hear, "Don't run, don't trip"
'Cause then you get took off the list
We been spinnin' all day tryna make us a spliff
Edot got me high as a bitch
They lyin', they be hidin' and shit
I can't wait 'til I find 'em and shit
Yeah, they know that we ready to blitz
[Verse 3: TG Flockaa]
5th to the Sev, pop out, take risks
Every opp gettin' shot when we spin through they shit
Ayo, Sha Gz, suck my dick
Ayo, Nesty, suck my dick
Ayo, Yus Gz, suck my dick
Catch Scottie 2 Hotty, that bitch gettin' hit, like
And you know that we smokin' on John Glo
N***as turned him to John Doe
We just gon' roll him with Pronto
No Backwoods, only paper and fronto
And you know that I'm 5th to the Sev
DOA, everything dead
Yeah, I said it before, I'ma say it again
Free the guys, can't wait 'til I see y'all again, like
I don't care if these n***as don't feel me
Either way, I'ma show them the real me
And if y'all don't like it, y'all gon have to kill me, y'all n***as is pussy, y'all could never lil' me
And I keep it on me everywhere that I go
See an opp, don't wait, just throw
And I'm watchin' them run, Dougie, get low
And after this hit, I ain't tossin' no pole
Where the fuck is these lil' n***as at?
We on offense, come get back
Can't forget Will is a rat
That n***a told because he got clapped
YGK, that's a fact
LVK, that's a fact
If he jackin' he O, get clapped
Just watch how my n***as leave him on his back, like
Throw shots, don't miss
Spin back, do it again
Kenzo B, my evil twin
If you say his name then I'm doin' the hit, like
How the fuck n***as killin' they self?
What the fuck? N***as is soft
Matter fact, let me not even say that 'cause this n***a murder is still unsolved
Like, oh my God, what happened to him?
Yus got shot, he was lackin' again
And if we see the opps, then we clappin' at them
Like, go get back, n***as packed your twin
Notti dead, roll them spliffs
So many deads, don't know who to pick
Edot dead, shit got a kick
Mix it with Caine, now a n***a lit
Like, what? Mix it with Caine, now a n***a lit
[Outro: TG Flockaa & Rayy Balla]
Grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah, boom
Suck my dick, every opp shot, everything dead (Every opp shot)
Suck my dick, every—, like, what?
Stop fuckin' playing with us, n***a
We been doin' shit, n***a
Every opp fuckin' shot, n***a
DieOs, n***a, DieY, n***a, DieGz, n***a
Everything fuckin' dead, n***a