[Intro]
Grahh-boom (AJ, AJ)
Gang-gang-gang (AJ)
AJ (AJ, AJ, AJ)
AJ, A-AJ (AJ get bendy, n***a)
AJ get super bendy
R.I.P AJ n***a, R.I.P AJ Hound

[Verse 1: Say Drilly]
AJ my demon, he ready to bend through (Like what?)
Two shots, 'bouta fuck up his mental (Grahh-boom)
Bitch, we them demons poppin' like a pimple (Gang)
On the opps, we made it look simple (Gang, gang-gang-gang)
Hit an opp, get low, move tact (AJ)
Talk on bro, but your mans in a pack (AJ)
Bitch, we them demons never where we lack (AJ)
Smokin' on Nazzy, they ain't get him back (Yo, long live [?] n***a)
AJ my brother, you left me, I miss you (Like what?)
Now I'm stressin', clutchin' on my pistol (Damn)
If he run up, he gon' need more than tissue (Grahh-boom)
Now he stressin', should've never dissed you (Gang-gang-gang)
Hang out the V, let it blow like a whistle (R.I.P AJ)
Bullets flyin', fuckin' up his tissue (Suck my dick)
That's his man, well we gave him a tip too (Like what?)
He tried to run, but we flippin' his whip too (Grahh-grahh)
Once again, Jacob died with his vest (Like what?)
Once again, Noah died in his 'jects (Noah)
That was just two, we gon' talk on the rest (OGzK)
Like, 'Rippy tried to run and got shot in his chest(EBK)
Smokin' Bobby, lowkey that's the best (Bobby)
Smokin' Smelly and Bloodie you next (Smelly)
Roll up the JB, that better be flex (JB)
And if it's not bussin, I'm facin' the X (X)
Fuck Caine, he dirt, he blocky (OYK)
Lil' Nazzy got left with no ID (Ahh)
They couldn't tell who he was from the body
Puff on the Eddie with Jackie beside me
Smoke Blay, I'ma pass it to Lee (Like what?)
Eazy dead, he got swept from his feet (Drilly gang)
Free all my shooters, they aim is elite (Drilly gang)
And Lil Loc tried to spin and ended up on a tee (Gang-gang-gang)
Just geek, keep geekin'
GoodDay a rat, I can't wait 'til I see him (That n***a a rat)
He tried to run, but I already preed him (Where he at, where he goin'?)
Fuck with the opps, he got beef for a reason (Bow-bow)
Just tweak, keep tweakin'
I'm on his block and I'm posted any season (Like yo, keep geekin' Louie, I love you Louie)
Edot a baby, come out on the weekend
If he Move Look, then you know we gon' leave him (Like what?)
And I smoke big blunts, no passin' (Bow, bow)
Takin' the blunt, 'cause them dumb n***as gassed him (Bow-bow-bow)
And I keep big chops, no lackin' (Gang)
If he get jiggy, we pull up and splash him (Gang, gang-gang-gang)
We smoke, on Diddy (Like what?)
All your mans dead, how you runnin' the city? (Diddy)
We send, them 50 (Diddy)
'Cause they wanna link up with chops and get busy (Gang-gang-gang)
Slide through, it get icky like Vicky (Like what?)
Louie hop out, throwin' shots at his figi (Grahh-boom)
He was chattin', like n***a get wit' me (Grahh-boom)
Everything dead and for AJ, it's litty
[Verse 2: Murda G]
Like, AJ get drifty when I'm throwin' 50 (AJ)

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