Lamar Bop Pt2
[Intro: Jay5ive]
Grah grah, like I really get active
Word to my deads, n***a
N***as know whats goin on, TTGz do hits
Free the steppers, grah, Eli, Weldon, Neaky, grah
[Verse 1: Jay5ive]
How I get with my G, walk up that block, go geek in that street
Faceshot gang, I don't need an ID, bro tryna walk up and shoot him for free
Shooting and spinning get boring to me cause I was outside spinning with four of my-
Shhhh, with like four of my Gs, shoulda saw what he did when we caught TMB
Sdot Go tryna walk up with me, had Naz tryna flick out the foriegn with me
Better ask how we get when we go over east, purgin, spin everyday in a week
Tra- shooter, I'm way too elite, I'm a fly lil shooter, doin hits in LV
We was just on the Nick tryna pack us a Bee, and we stay in the trap tryna stack us some cheese
Got caught on the cam cause I ain't have my mask, Drako B steady running, like I'm on your ass
You gave Mikey a hit and it had n***as gassed, I show Mikey some shots, seen the Hat n***as fast
We was stuck in EG, it was me sending [?]
How we get to the lo tryna make us a pack
And we spinning so much I be getting off-track
And we beat from the back, I'mma put on her tracks
Opp n***as yelling, I'm yelling "We got one"
He was just tryna box and that boy caught a hot one
Naz Loc in a blunt, and this shit, this a hot one
We was yelling out "Aha", we knew that we shot him
We did not need to beef for GB to go spot him
Chucky B on that block tryna up it and flock one
Free Jelly and Skidot, on brodie, we wilding
Free the bros out the feds and the Rock and [?]
She say I be shooting too much for her liking
We taking them bikes cause them n***as is biking
How they riding my dick and they don't got a license
I be shooting my gun, I'm not into the fighting
Bullets is hurting, they punching like lightning
Get the drop on an opp and that shit be exciting
And we spin through they block, yeah, that shit be so frightening
Catch a body, but that be some just overnight shit
[Verse 2: Kenny Capone, Jay5ive]
Baow, watch how I up it and flock
Striker, I bet I turn up the mileage
N***as trolling, no, they need to stop it
I got a couple n***as on the flocklist
N***as know I'm promoting the violence
EK, B, M Row, watched it
TMB copped it, Bdot watched him
N***a ran in the store, he was lucky I ain't spark him
Hop out, I bet you I face him
I don't got the gun, I'mma do him like Jason
I keep a Glock with the waist in
Put the AR to work like I'm drawing a paintin'
He see me, then he gon need a prayin'
In love with my gun, .223, that's my favorite
Revolver start spinning, that shit in rotation
EMS on the scene, tryna get him some savin'
That boy breezy, got breezed, that's Brazy
And Ron Sleez shot, that's crazy, he got shot in the leg, a n***a can't [?] me (Grah, grah)
N***as shot Ty Balla, and n***as flamed on Dre B
I done been through the hell shit and back, so why do you think that this fuck shit could break me
And if shots getting thrown, then bodies gon drop
And it's only gon stop if them white n***as chain me
Do you know who I am, you can't game me
She in love with my shhh, she gon brain me
Hit it raw, now she tryna claim me
Hit it twice, she gon end up with a baby
Be a freak, girl, you gotta amaze me
If we fucking, we doing it daily
I'm toting Brittany and she toting Stacy
I'm the QB, I'm throwing like Brady
Like how many Sweeps got shot
Kenny, Jay, me, not shot
Chet, Kapp, SG, not shot
Chucky, DG, GB, not shot
Mini, Jelly, Ski, not shot
Naz, Dot, Baby Sweep, not shot
And we screaming out Eli, cause he got shot
Can't forget EK, cause he got shot
Baow
Free Jay Blitz, n***a, you not outside neither, word to my deads
Grah
Grah grah
Grah grah, like I really get active
Word to my deads, n***a
N***as know whats goin on, TTGz do hits
Free the steppers, grah, Eli, Weldon, Neaky, grah
[Verse 1: Jay5ive]
How I get with my G, walk up that block, go geek in that street
Faceshot gang, I don't need an ID, bro tryna walk up and shoot him for free
Shooting and spinning get boring to me cause I was outside spinning with four of my-
Shhhh, with like four of my Gs, shoulda saw what he did when we caught TMB
Sdot Go tryna walk up with me, had Naz tryna flick out the foriegn with me
Better ask how we get when we go over east, purgin, spin everyday in a week
Tra- shooter, I'm way too elite, I'm a fly lil shooter, doin hits in LV
We was just on the Nick tryna pack us a Bee, and we stay in the trap tryna stack us some cheese
Got caught on the cam cause I ain't have my mask, Drako B steady running, like I'm on your ass
You gave Mikey a hit and it had n***as gassed, I show Mikey some shots, seen the Hat n***as fast
We was stuck in EG, it was me sending [?]
How we get to the lo tryna make us a pack
And we spinning so much I be getting off-track
And we beat from the back, I'mma put on her tracks
Opp n***as yelling, I'm yelling "We got one"
He was just tryna box and that boy caught a hot one
Naz Loc in a blunt, and this shit, this a hot one
We was yelling out "Aha", we knew that we shot him
We did not need to beef for GB to go spot him
Chucky B on that block tryna up it and flock one
Free Jelly and Skidot, on brodie, we wilding
Free the bros out the feds and the Rock and [?]
She say I be shooting too much for her liking
We taking them bikes cause them n***as is biking
How they riding my dick and they don't got a license
I be shooting my gun, I'm not into the fighting
Bullets is hurting, they punching like lightning
Get the drop on an opp and that shit be exciting
And we spin through they block, yeah, that shit be so frightening
Catch a body, but that be some just overnight shit
[Verse 2: Kenny Capone, Jay5ive]
Baow, watch how I up it and flock
Striker, I bet I turn up the mileage
N***as trolling, no, they need to stop it
I got a couple n***as on the flocklist
N***as know I'm promoting the violence
EK, B, M Row, watched it
TMB copped it, Bdot watched him
N***a ran in the store, he was lucky I ain't spark him
Hop out, I bet you I face him
I don't got the gun, I'mma do him like Jason
I keep a Glock with the waist in
Put the AR to work like I'm drawing a paintin'
He see me, then he gon need a prayin'
In love with my gun, .223, that's my favorite
Revolver start spinning, that shit in rotation
EMS on the scene, tryna get him some savin'
That boy breezy, got breezed, that's Brazy
And Ron Sleez shot, that's crazy, he got shot in the leg, a n***a can't [?] me (Grah, grah)
N***as shot Ty Balla, and n***as flamed on Dre B
I done been through the hell shit and back, so why do you think that this fuck shit could break me
And if shots getting thrown, then bodies gon drop
And it's only gon stop if them white n***as chain me
Do you know who I am, you can't game me
She in love with my shhh, she gon brain me
Hit it raw, now she tryna claim me
Hit it twice, she gon end up with a baby
Be a freak, girl, you gotta amaze me
If we fucking, we doing it daily
I'm toting Brittany and she toting Stacy
I'm the QB, I'm throwing like Brady
Like how many Sweeps got shot
Kenny, Jay, me, not shot
Chet, Kapp, SG, not shot
Chucky, DG, GB, not shot
Mini, Jelly, Ski, not shot
Naz, Dot, Baby Sweep, not shot
And we screaming out Eli, cause he got shot
Can't forget EK, cause he got shot
Baow
Free Jay Blitz, n***a, you not outside neither, word to my deads
Grah
Grah grah