[Verse 1: TTS Tana]
Oh my, goddamn
You could ask what you want when you want, n***a, I ain't never ran
Mention my name, then you must be a fan
Big tan pop out when I shoot with both hands
Shoot this shit 'til it jam
Never forget them boys in a can
Trust me a mil', breaked out, got a plan
Them boys in the box when we said shit with Zan'
I'm on timing, see a Gz, I squeeze
Yeah, I'm Crip, but I want you to bleed
Lil' ski, and she all on her knees
She's a roster, and she don't wanna leave
I just gave backshots and a lil' bit of weed
Glock tucked when the opps proceed
Sip mud, yeah, I drink codeine
Show rock, yeah, I bust to the fans
New toys at the choppy shop
Test it out on a opp, he dropped
Give a fuck about the cops, we hot
Somebody gon' die if I bend that block
See the rage in my eyes, can't stop
I'm shootin' at shoulders, bitch, why you a thot?
I ain't dollars, I keep me a knock
And that's word to Neezy, I'm lettin' it rot
Tragic, movin' with three, just imagine
I catch me a killer, just give him a casket
Snake n***as always movin' so fag shit
Clip to his face and I call him a bastard
Blood splatter is part of the fashion
Boomin' like Boomer, ain't no getting past him
We fiendin' to pop him like Aspirin
Suck my dick, n***a, I'm movin', who askin'?
What y'all did?
Got me feelin' like Crippy, now all y'all n***as fuckin' kids
What it is?
And I'm move with a Nina, and I'm the type to come to cribs
That's the feds
I remember when Neezy had handles, split a n***a wig
They was sick
And you know I'm big 90K, that shit's to my dick
[Verse 2: Kenzo Balla & TG Flockaa]
Better move when we step in the spot
'Cause if you don't move, somebody getting shot
I could only put trust in my knocks
Oh, they dissin'? We spinnin' that block
I just put extensions on the Glock
Outside buggin', clutchin' on the chop
Better stop with the rappin' and cappin'
Before we spin and make it hot
Bend the Hav, I'm lookin' for the Gz
I'm with Meechi, you know that's the Sleeze
Sha Gz came home on his knees
If I catch that lil' dirty n***a, I'ma squeeze
Hollow tips eat him up, he can't breathe
Spin with my 'ooters, flockin' out the scene
He tried to run, so I backed out the beam
Tried to run, he got hit in his beanie
Makin' movies like we on the TV
Always ballin' on court like a PG
I'ma flock it, then pass it to TG
He gon' flock it, then pass it to Keme
Flockin' and buggin', we make it look easy
Bro was talking too much, tell 'em TP
'Cause they know when we spin, it get greasy
Sending shots at the Os and Gzzlys
Sixteen in the chop for them OY n***as
All them lil' n***as know the vibes
N***as dissin' like they really 'ooters in songs
But them n***as don't never slide
When we go through that block, they be terrified
That's about the MB n***as from the 5
Yus Gz got hit and he should've died
Everytime we spin, we leave 'em traumatized
DOA, EBK
Hop out, leavin' n***as on they face
He tried to run, so I picked up the pace
Beams on the chop when I'm spinnin' with Chase
Off the Mexi and Rah, I be laced
Smokin' the Dummy and Dubs' to the face
.45 and it's tucked to my waist
If n***as move wock, then I'm catchin' a case
Yo, Tay Breesh, suck my dick
If I catch you lackin', then I bet you get hit
He gon' be like Lotti in a spliff
Hop out, catch a body on they strip
Last opp tried to run, but he tripped
These n***as pussy, they ain't never do shit (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Big knock and this shit got a kick
When I flock it, I ain't tryna miss (Ah)
[Verse 3: TG Flockaa]
Who that?
Like, wait, this the n***a that said he was 8th to the Gates?
We gon' boom, don't wait
That lil' bitch lined up for the gang
Labels is hittin' my line every day
I could get out the hood any day
DOA be the gang
Bitch, we really be dumpin' on anything
If you ask me, we did everything
Five's on top, we do this for Mezzy B
And these lil' n***as know how I'm rockin'
Keep a knocker, it stay in my pocket
You movin' wocky, n***a, I'ma flock it
So don't come over here with that opp shit
I'm with Tana, if I pass him the hammer, that n***a goin' bananas
Catch a Petey, then fly to Atlanta
Big GDK, we don't fuck with them dancers
N***as rattin', how you give your mans up?
Bitches on me 'cause I got my bands up
Don't got a chop, you better get your hands up
After I punch you, I'm beatin' your mans up
'Cause that's how it started
Went from fightin' to lookin' for targets, like
Stay heartless, n***as ain't your mans and a bitch gon' leave you regardless
No nonsense, fuck getting locked up, I just rather be home 'cause I'm stompin'
Keep stompin', keep stompin'
Bend through the Well, I'm lookin' for a target
We park shit, we park shit
He could get shot if he on River Park shit