[Intro: Yus Gz]
Every opp shot
(Ayo Sam)
Still the Face of The-
Baow, baow, baow

[Verse 1: Yus Gz]
Nazzy, Rippy, Bobby a bitch
Smoking Diddy, and Noah got kicked
Grits and Charlie, was tryna run Rick
Smoking, "Shh", he got lined by a bitch
Every opp shot, n***as died on the Mitch
I know Scottie, wit' the stick
Demii and her bestie was giving out spits
They don't know what we do to the Mitch
Meg got shot and they still ain't do shit
Zay dead, he got left in the ditch
E.B.S, top 3 on the list
When I spin, they run, and duck, and trip
Bro got a beam and it came with a switch
'Ooter go ku, he legit
He 6'2, he gon' be 2'6
Put a hole in his chest, make that lil' n***a sit
Spin on a revel, that shit gеttin' flipped
Like, let's takе a trip
Pop out gang, when I boom, better dip
Like, I got 300 shots in this clip
How many opps, dead in the spliff?
Berry, C-Hii, Mezzy, twisted
Nazzy, Marky, Tank got swished
Bobby dead, we gon' beat on his bitch
[Verse 2: Scottie2Hottie]
Scottie2Hottie, I'm wit' it whenever
B-Bend the Mitch and I shoot through the sweater
Walk-Down-Gang, we do it even better
Big knocks and it poke though the sweater
Fuck with the opps? like what, could never
Pop out, hit 'em, too clever
Scottie2Hottie, I throw better
Try to run, n***a never

[Verse 3: Yus Gz]
Where he gon' go if the beam on the blick
Like, 4-2 kick, watch how he spliffed
Bobby a bitch, and he switched
He was yelling out, "Ma!", he got hit with some shit
Back out, they runnin' rick
Make him tap out, see him, he hit
I might black out, roll up a spliff
C-Hii dead, Nazzy, Rip

[Verse 4: Scottie2Hottie]
Yus my demon, for him, i'ma blitz
I'm a one man army, I'm takin' that trip
Get out the whip, I ain't taking no risks
Scottie2Hottie gon' slide with the stick
I'm a 'ooter, hop out on the Mitch
Back out, hit 'em, do 'em like Rip
C-C-Hii, Nazzy, Noah got kicked
Grrah, grrah
[Verse 5: Yus Gz]
Grrah, bend on the opps
And they never outside when we bump into cops
E.B.S. demons, gon' put him on FOX
DOAK, n***a, every opp shot
When I spin, they run, duckin' his top
Bro, when I blitz, it's just me and my Glock
Try to blow, on bro, you shot
Free 2Oppy, on bro, he was hot
Hang out the window, we lettin' it flock
Like, grrah, grrah
Smokin' on Diddy, don't move like a opp
Like, grrah, grrah
I'm on hots, and I feel like I'm Pac
I don't say too much, we the face of the Block
He tried to run and got put up on FOX
Nazzy, Rippy, dead in a box

[Outro: Yus Gz]
Grrah, grrah