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Fuck all that talkin', I ain't with that rowdy shit
When that chopper hit, bet it make your fuckin' body flip
This shit over with, you fuck n***as know what time it is
Jayo Sama home, turn up like it's the apocalypse
All of my young n***as, they be on that catch a body shit
I'm a zoe boy, my thirty clip loaded with zombie tips
Put the Glock down, I'd rather shut this bitch down with the stick
Close range so when I squeeze all them hit
One shot, best believe I'ma hit
I got lil sniper on the roof, he don't miss
Creep up with the broom on your clique
Do this for my hood, I'm from 6
This ain't a game but I'm strapped like GTA
I run at po-po, in a stolo switchin' lanes
I catch a body and I put that on my gang
And I got shooters who'll run down with the flame, it go bang
Ayy, in my city, shit quick to get real
I know plenty jits out here doin' drills
You ain't really in the streets, you ain't really built
In the streets without your heat, that's gon' get you killed
I got shots in my Chamberlain, they call me Wilt
You shootin' drunk, I really aim when I let it rip
Chopper bullets flip him, make you do a backflip
I love shootin' two-two-threes 'cause they massive
When I pull it I'm gon' put you in a casket
We shoot bullets that'll go through flay jackets
My hitters don't think, they down to whack shit
Make you n***as go extinct like Jurassic
You ain't on the front line, you ain't savage
You stay in the background like an ad-lib
N***a fuck with my team, get your cap peeled
My n***a Quan pop beans like they Advils
I stay clutchin' on my Glock when I'm on the block
I'm really with it all spots, stay ready to pop
I'm quick to blow a n***a top when I catch an opp
Pull me over, I don't stop, swerve off on the cops
My n***a Fat Ahk, he grindin' like Tony Hawk
My brother Mo catchin' plays like Randy Moss
My brother BJ got the juice, Billy drippin' sauce
And if you fuck with my crew, I come through gettin' off, ayy
Way these zoes gon' hop out with the dirty K
My n***as sight, down to increase the murder rate
Olo hit that boy with the thirty-eight
I had to turn a n***a dreads to a Boosie fade
N***a you already dead, ambulance too late
Put hollow tips all in your head, now you in the grave
My brother Booboo gon' stay up, hit you in the face
They tried to send his wrist to death, then he beat the case
We gon' pull up once we find out where a n***a livin'
Lil bro Snipe got the rifle, shootin' from the ceiling
N***as who got beef with us end up disappearing
These crackers really tryna hit my hood with racketeering
I'm wooed up, all I hang around is zombies n***a
He'll figure where you at, he gon' pull up with the Tommy n***a
I'm 'bout it n***a, I'm so quick to do a homi n***a
Murder in my eyes, what you know 'bout catchin' a body n***a?
Never lackin', I keep the strap under my T
You might think I'm flaggin', until you six feet underneath
Pistols get to clappin' at n***as who tryna murder me
I'm 'bout the action in Palm Beach, I got more beef than Burger King
Maneuvering, put money first, I'm out here slanging O's
Catch me runnin' on the road, stick and move, duckin' trolls
From Gardens to Jupiter, white boys say I'm dope
I'm good everywhere I go, everybody fuck with Jayo, yeah