[Intro]
Grahh, Grahh, Grahh
It's Spazz lil' bitch
Grahh, Grahh
Just me and bro when we jump out the V
Pop out the cut when we do it on feet
Fuck what he did, he ain't do it to me
N***as keep woofin', what's up wit' the links
Me and brody gon up in the-
Chop in my lap it ain't under the-
Grah, Grahh, Grahh

[Verse]
Just me and bro when we jump out the V
Pop out the cut when we do it on feet
Fuck what he did, he ain't do it to me
N***as keep bluffin', what's up wit' the links
Me and brody gon' up it in sync
Chop on my lap it ain't under the seat
N***as be talkin' a lot of that tough shit, but don't be doin' enough in the street
I'm like fuck that, get up on him
All my shorties be really performin'
Better up that, if you want shit
Lil' bro wanna ridе just to smoke shit
We gon' spin through that block wit' like 4 sticks
Said hе swore that n***a wasn't on shit
How you say I'm a hoe, I ain't blow shit
I'm the n***a that's smokin' your bro bitch
If you lookin' for me better know this, when you see me this bitch gon' be smokin'
Ain't gon' say I'm in love with a crip thot, but I do love the way that she blow dick
Got shot he survived, I'm like "Oh shit"
.45th, now let's see if he holeless
How the fuck you a shooter wit' no stick?
One night me and 30 hit 4 licks
Like-Like, fuck is the loot
Make the wrong move, I'ma clean up the room
[?] in her butt, put my thumb in it too
Face down, she know what to do
N***a got hit, he was yellin' and screamin'
Caught wit' his pants down, boy you a fool
Pop out like it's Spazzout the demon
Trey 57 ain't leavin' no clue
Shot if you n***as can't tell you a reason
It's a lot of n***as that I clapped at, and a lot of n***as never clapped back
On the net they be havin' that energy, it's a lot of n***as that don't match that
Better not have that shit in no backpack, stay wit' Kap 'cause he know where them straps at
Know how to shoot, why the fuck would I-?
Just put some brand new hollows in this clip
Smokin' my bro, I gotta get him hit
He see this .40, now he runnin' Rick
Seen me with Asian, now she on my dick
And I don't want your shorty, we spin that side and we totin' on Nori
And I got rips robbin' [?]
Honcho a bitch, he was cryin' out Mori
In the field with a couple of drink champs, heavy shots to your block no cheap shit
N***as tryna get me gone on some sneak shit
In the field wit' a whole lot of demons
I'm the n***a they don't wanna tweak wit'
Y'all lil' n***as best tighten y'all defense
N***as know what I'm on cause I bleed it
Someone ran in the spot and done cleaned it
For every n***a on that side, I got 3 clips
Got shooters on the north doin' 3 shifts
If he throw up a T, catch 3 hits
Fuck that, I'ma send him to see Trip
And I don't wanna link bitch
Drop the L's, we was spinnin' it daily
Love the block 'cause it's really what made me
Bitch I'm a 300 BBG baby
She like "Why you stay totin' that gun?"
Cause the devil he wit' me, God can't save you
They like buzzin' I'm goin on the run, I'm like fuck it they gon' have to chase me
I'll be damned I get caught wit' no gun
N***as get shot everyday, this shit crazy
If you think I'ma go without blowin' my pole, then I promise you sadly mistaken