[Intro: Kenzo Balla]
Elias Beats
Like, what?
Ahh
Every opp shot
Everything dead
Grrah!
Like, what?
Grrah!
Ahh
Every opp shot
Everything dead
Ahh
[Verse 1: Kenzo Balla]
I ain't playin’ with n***as, this shit not a game
When I spin, I'ma up it and flame
Head tap, he got hit in his brain
New pack, he got put on a chain
Yo, Blay, let's go up on the Gates
Send shots, tryna leave a n***a on his face
Big knock gon’ burn him, no Mase
Late night, we purging on the 8
Like, all these lil' n***as mentionin' me
Back out the stolen, let's jump in the V
And lil' brodie better duck the beam
I'ma up, leave him bloody, done up on the scene
Better watch how you talk when you talk to a Sleaze
Matter fact, park that, you not MB
Fah block, my n***as dumpin' for free
Like five times, watch when we up on the Gz
Only situated for the situation
N***as know me, I can never snooze
Tryna knock a n***a out his shoes
Right there, quick draw, I'ma let it boom
Smokin’ Dotty, got me on the moon
How you went suicidal? N***a, you a fool
In the 50, smokin’ on the goons
Who be the new OY n***a on the news?
Like, ahh
Why n***as stealin' my shit?
’Cause I got the child, and these n***as my kids
Like, grrah!
I keep a Glock with a stick
If you try to act dumb, I'ma up it and click
Like, nah
Double got hit in his shit
And he still ain't get back, so I know he a bitch
I'm the king of the Bronx, I’m the face of this shit
And they still won't admit that they hatin' and shit
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But it's back to my opps, they broke
I spent a hundred on jewelry and clothes
They gon' diss, but the opps, they know
Whenever they see me, they don't be on go
Smokin' Fries with the Glo
Lil Key got hit in his dome
Fuck lil' Notti, he ain't make it home
And fuck lil' Rah, n***a died on the phone
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And I'm tired of these bitches rappin' what they not
All the entertainment, n***a, stop
Catch Lil Miya, beat her ‘til she drop
I'ma beat that bitch like I'm her pops
These lil' bitches never spin my block
And they ain't touch on Flock or a Flock
They wanna diss 'til a bitch get shot
And a new opp died
Ayo, Rayy B, who that right there?
Get up on that n***a, let it flare
Like a balloon, he got put in the air
New opp dead, n***as sheddin' tears
Spin the Mitch, tryna flock him out his wheelchair
Like, you know you can't run, n***a, get over here
Like, I know we got these n***as scared
When we spin through they side, they never be prepared
Like, still on the 5, totin' the 10
Trip down with the knock in my hand
Bro got the stolen, let's spin through the Lam
We gon' do a n***a like his mans
Why n***as rappin' and cappin' for the fans?
When them n***as know we let it blam
We up on the score, we got the upper hand
And this knocker won't jam
Like, ahh