[Intro]
Gang, gang, gang, gang (Lee Drilly)
It’s that Lee Drilly n***a
94Gz, no Gz like these you heard, you jack Bz, we jack bigger Bz, drop my shit, we gon let it squeeze
Drilly
[Chorus]
Do a hit out the V, switch the whip
Like talk on the bros, so you know that it’s lit
Free Spazz, still packin’ opps out the crib
Tryna smoke a hot ones in this shit
Opps dead, how more up could it get?
They ain’t pree, we was spinnin’ in tints
N***as talkin’ bout I ain’t touch a Crip
Let alone what I do to they strip
Do a hit out the V, switch the whip
Like talk on the bros, so you know that it’s lit
Free Spazz, still packin’ opps out the crib
Tryna smoke a hot ones in this shit
Opps dead, how more up could it get?
They ain’t pree, we was spinnin’ in tints
N***as talkin’ bout I ain’t touch a Crip
Let alone what I do to they strip
[Verse 1]
Drilly gang, we know that we bunny hop
Bussin’ moves with my Jets, then I Drilly bop
Hide your kids and your wife when we in the spot
Got a blick on my hip, E got the Glock
N***as known in the streets, 'cause we up dem chops
N***as die for this shit, it could never stop
Ain’t wanna do this, but n***as keep suckin cock
So it’s time that I fucked up the streets for ya’ll
That’s an Os in the spot, Courtlandt
We jus spin and they die, extortion
See a baby I bet I abort it, no chop, no knife but I’m still gon force it
Jiggyman is a hidden informant, heard Yellow was Makk and B-Diddy was ballin’
Zay say he slapped me, n***a lost it, the day I get slapped, then Bdot stop ballin’ (Bdot)
Back out chop on their spot, spot em
Get to throwin’ at opps, got em
Make the news but it ain’t no problem
Bail with a paid lawyer, jail ain’t no option
Run down on the opps but they cop it
Don’t give a fuck 'cause I’m still gon flock it
Feel like Harden, thirteen in this rocket
But these n***as run when I reach in that pocket
[Chorus]
Do a hit out the V, switch the whip
Like talk on the bros, so you know that it’s lit
Free Spazz, still packin’ opps out the crib
Tryna smoke a hot ones in this shit
Opps dead, how more up could it get?
They ain’t pree, we was spinnin’ in tints
N***as talkin’ bout I ain’t touch a Crip
Let alone what I do to they strip
Do a hit out the V, switch the whip
Like talk on the bros, so you know that it’s lit
Free Spazz, still packin’ opps out the crib
Tryna smoke a hot ones in this shit
Opps dead, how more up could it get?
They ain’t pree, we was spinnin’ in tints
N***as talkin’ bout I ain’t touch a Crip
Let alone what I do to they strip
[Verse 2]
So now my fingers get flipped like a quarter
I’m the reason your mother said stay off the corner
Love the hustle like I’m Porter
How you ain’t safe goin’ on a store run?
Spot me an opp, you know he a goner
Ain't Boomin’ for Boomer, now scorin’ for scorer
Catch the P and I go or manslaughter
Scene was a mess, they call Law & Order
Mouth got the check, death gon’ be the cost
I walk to the store, totin’ on that torch
Case a n***a try, he gon get it all
I ain’t sayin’ nothin’, I jus let it off
See right through the rap, n***a really soft
Oh he lost his mind, put in on the floor
N***as 20 plus, jumpin’ off the porch
Catch NoLuv, show no remorse
And he talk about shake like nation
Free MB, know bro gon shake em
Big knocks on my hip, get to flamin’
Glock got range, so I don’t need to chase ‘em
Put a hole in his back like he Tatum
Got 40 shots, so I don’t gonna to aim it
You a bitch if you wrote that statement
Don’t care who it is, know we still gon’ fade ‘em
If I see an opp, I'ma let it go
.44, my hand should’ve left your soul
Bullets ricocheting, n***as gettin’ low
Talkin’ on Dummy, n***as gotta go
Noah, it was litty, we were screamin’ out yo
Oh I want this bitch, she ain’t sayin’ no
Movin’ like Brady, all I know is throw
Tell Jay Dee stop raping these hoes
[Chorus]
Do a hit out the V, switch the whip
Like talk on the bros, so you know that it’s lit
Free Spazz, still packin’ opps out the crib
Tryna smoke a hot ones in this shit
Opps dead, how more up could it get?
They ain’t pree, we was spinnin’ in tints
N***as talkin’ bout I ain’t touch a Crip
Let alone what I do to they strip
Do a hit out the V, switch the whip
Like talk on the bros, so you know that it’s lit
Free Spazz, still packin’ opps out the crib
Tryna smoke a hot ones in this shit
Opps dead, how more up could it get?
They ain’t pree, we was spinnin’ in tints
N***as talkin’ bout I ain’t touch a Crip
Let alone what I do to they strip
