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[Intro]
Abstract
Grrah, Grrah, n***a
Free my- (Grrah)
Beat with the gun n***a (Grrah)
Fuck [?] n***a, the fuck he going?
Grrah, like Grrah
Ayo, Double, Ayo, Double (Grrah, Grrah)
[Chorus]
Every time I get home, gotta get in the field
Like, citizens app getting real
Like, somebody son getting killed
Like, bro tryna tell me to chill
And Banga you what's up, you know what's the real
Like, RG, can we keep it real
Like, Dudey got less than five drills
Like, why do he rap like he kill
And Jack better move when I run into Lil
Likе, bro like we out to the hill
Likе, beam on the gun, that's a real
Like, and Ye tryna get in that wheel
[Verse]
Get a rush when I flick, that shit giving me chills
Like, and bro tryna bang on the steel
Like, and why would he bang on the steel?
Like, the gun got the jamming for real
I ain't beefing with Dudey, that n***a a nobody
Tell em merch on his man's, he ain't never shot nobody
Every way that I go, word to bro got the pile by me
Wanna know if I shoot n***a go ask M Row bout me
And MCFK, n***as ain't hurting nobody
Mikey Benzo like trolling, I post with a Rollaxk
N***as diss Baby Floxks I threw shots at ya nobody’s
I was posted on feet I ain’t ever need nobody
Don’t play with my body you know Imma throw
And n***as jack Ape when they run into Go
And bullets me hurting and that’s word to bro
Like look at that bullet for Boogz FrmDaO
And n***as get tight because Edot what I smoke
How ya mad at the Sweepers cause Notti got poked?
Like we ain’t the ones that was poking his body
They don’t even jack Notti for real that’s just show
And n***as be pussy they get in that jail
Lil AJ Wvttz got beat in that cell
Lil AJ Wvttz was just smoking my mans
But he start acting clueless they give him that belt
Lil OY bitch had to kick that bitch out
Cause she get in her feelings, I’m smoking on Mel
N***a Dudey you missing ya dad? N***a fuck it
N***a Imma be smoking on Caine right in Hell
N***a OY Quan got sparked and he fell
Why you tryna start peace n***a? You was in jail
Wanna talk bout the Makks? We can talk 'bout 'em too
Everybody in Harlem we putting through Hell
Like, but lets talk the facts
Like who really outside banging that gat?
Like, who throwing shots for the Makks?
Like, nobody never got back
N***a, what did yall go do for Matt?
Like, Ty Boogz hit with the scap
Like, Ty Boogz shot and collapsed
Like, and Gutta keep getting them smacked
G2G n***a know he did bad
Like, and why was he swallowing crack?
Like, and yall n***as know he did bad
Like, and why is that someone yall jack?
Like, I gotta get back to my Ave
Like, yall ever had blood in that bath?
When Coo - got packed they was mad
Tight, and Eli keep tryna fight back
[Chorus]
Every time I get home, gotta get in the field
Like, citizens app getting real
Like, somebody son getting killed
Like, bro tryna tell me to chill
And Banga you what's up, you know what's the real
Like, RG, can we keep it real
Like, Dudey got less than five drills
Like, why do he rap like he kill
And Jack better move when I run into Lil
Like, bro like we out to the hill
Like, beam on the gun, that's a real
Like, and Ye tryna get in that wheel
Abstract
Grrah, Grrah, n***a
Free my- (Grrah)
Beat with the gun n***a (Grrah)
Fuck [?] n***a, the fuck he going?
Grrah, like Grrah
Ayo, Double, Ayo, Double (Grrah, Grrah)
[Chorus]
Every time I get home, gotta get in the field
Like, citizens app getting real
Like, somebody son getting killed
Like, bro tryna tell me to chill
And Banga you what's up, you know what's the real
Like, RG, can we keep it real
Like, Dudey got less than five drills
Like, why do he rap like he kill
And Jack better move when I run into Lil
Likе, bro like we out to the hill
Likе, beam on the gun, that's a real
Like, and Ye tryna get in that wheel
[Verse]
Get a rush when I flick, that shit giving me chills
Like, and bro tryna bang on the steel
Like, and why would he bang on the steel?
Like, the gun got the jamming for real
I ain't beefing with Dudey, that n***a a nobody
Tell em merch on his man's, he ain't never shot nobody
Every way that I go, word to bro got the pile by me
Wanna know if I shoot n***a go ask M Row bout me
And MCFK, n***as ain't hurting nobody
Mikey Benzo like trolling, I post with a Rollaxk
N***as diss Baby Floxks I threw shots at ya nobody’s
I was posted on feet I ain’t ever need nobody
Don’t play with my body you know Imma throw
And n***as jack Ape when they run into Go
And bullets me hurting and that’s word to bro
Like look at that bullet for Boogz FrmDaO
And n***as get tight because Edot what I smoke
How ya mad at the Sweepers cause Notti got poked?
Like we ain’t the ones that was poking his body
They don’t even jack Notti for real that’s just show
And n***as be pussy they get in that jail
Lil AJ Wvttz got beat in that cell
Lil AJ Wvttz was just smoking my mans
But he start acting clueless they give him that belt
Lil OY bitch had to kick that bitch out
Cause she get in her feelings, I’m smoking on Mel
N***a Dudey you missing ya dad? N***a fuck it
N***a Imma be smoking on Caine right in Hell
N***a OY Quan got sparked and he fell
Why you tryna start peace n***a? You was in jail
Wanna talk bout the Makks? We can talk 'bout 'em too
Everybody in Harlem we putting through Hell
Like, but lets talk the facts
Like who really outside banging that gat?
Like, who throwing shots for the Makks?
Like, nobody never got back
N***a, what did yall go do for Matt?
Like, Ty Boogz hit with the scap
Like, Ty Boogz shot and collapsed
Like, and Gutta keep getting them smacked
G2G n***a know he did bad
Like, and why was he swallowing crack?
Like, and yall n***as know he did bad
Like, and why is that someone yall jack?
Like, I gotta get back to my Ave
Like, yall ever had blood in that bath?
When Coo - got packed they was mad
Tight, and Eli keep tryna fight back
[Chorus]
Every time I get home, gotta get in the field
Like, citizens app getting real
Like, somebody son getting killed
Like, bro tryna tell me to chill
And Banga you what's up, you know what's the real
Like, RG, can we keep it real
Like, Dudey got less than five drills
Like, why do he rap like he kill
And Jack better move when I run into Lil
Like, bro like we out to the hill
Like, beam on the gun, that's a real
Like, and Ye tryna get in that wheel