[Intro]
(Like, he wanna think n***a)
Graa
(Chee on the beat)
Graa
Every opp shot

[Verse]
Ok, heard he done
CHII dead, and they still ain't do none
Gotta beam on a drum, just in case if he run
N***a dumb, don't reach 'cause you don't gotta gun
Leave him done, like, If I boom ain't no way they could run
Where he from?
Like, if he say the wrong thing, he get turnt into runtz
Word to bro, opp that she got beat and got punched
Bitch tryna get her sum' dick, she dumb
When we spin, don't run, they be duckin' the gun
Lil Mabu a bitch, and I know where you from
I just brought a new Chop, put the beam on a drum
You a kid, when I see you, you done
Duc 5 got kick, tryna get 'em and run
Face of the Bronx, n***a know what I do
EBS all them shots that I threw
E4Rah 'til I die, and I put that on Woo
I get to clickin', the beam on the toll
I ain't gon' lie, word to bro, they got me in my mood
Up first knocka, see him and shoot
G-Ge-Get the pistol, go throw at his crew
[Verse]
Mabu dirty, you a bitch
Word to bro, you ain't takin' that risk
Word to bro, you don't know what's a stick
New opp died in the sta, don't trip (C-HII)
Finger itchin', I'm clickin' this shit
Up the pole, I ain't feelin' this shit
Beam on a scope, who invented this shit?
I'ma creep, I like bendin' like spinnin' on feet
Like, that's a opp right there and I peep
Word to bro, don't lack, thinkin' shit is sweet
I'm on my dolo, don't need me no V
They see my face and they runnin' from me
Opp spotter, like, what?
They ain't do shit, put they mans in the blunt
Top Shotta like what
Put the beam on the drum, bitch I'm comin' in clutch
Paramedics go and pick him up
Talkin' on bro, would leave your body stuck
How you EBS, who did you touch?
Scottie gone back out the knocks in a rush
Up first knocka, throw 10 plus
Bro gone oot 'em and turn 'em to dust
We smoke Bobby, that n***a punch (Bobby)
I ain't actin', I do all the stunts
Like beam on his ligament, turn him to lunch
When we spin, don't front
Dump, hit 'em, leave his body done
Oota all black, all you see is the gun
Hurd he dead over arrival, I knew it would come
Nazzy, Rippy, like, Bobby a bum
I'm the face of the Bronx I'm the one, don't run
Ooter go dumb, he gone send him a tun