[Intro]
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[Verse]
Fuck n***a fall, he fucked
Lil' bro blew that, "Phew", hop out blitz, the n***a ain't get back up
N***as be talkin' 'bout slidin', but n***as ain't dyin', so something ain't addin' up
Spin out the SRT, tryna make 'some bleed, police ain't catchin' us
I knew the n***a was dead before they did, I was there when they clapped him up
N***as be sayin' it's smoke, then when they see me, be tryna dap me up
Fuck n***a make me mad, we get on his ass, they know we fye shit up
I know a n***a that'll still be alive, if his bitch ass homies ain't gas him up
N***as be yеllin' out gang, but really ain't gang, these n***as ain't did еnough
Soon as we get that drop, I throw my 'chop, you know we pullin' up
N***as be talkin' 'bout hats, ain't got no hats, these n***as ain't killed enough
N***as be dissin' in songs, I'm blowin' zone, they ain't did more drills then us
Can't go out like 'Pac, I'ma blow my Glock, n***as bet not pull on the side of this car
Hit a n***a right in his top, now his ass on Fox, roll his right in a Grabba
I put a switch on the back of my Glock, and a piece of my chop, this a fully-AR
You know we keep spinnin' and spinnin', this shit don't stop, get caught, then we lettin' off shots
Opps ain't on they block out west, so fuck this shit, we gon' spin out east
N***as keep talkin' 'bout murderin' me, tell 'em, "Cross them tracks, I'ma knock down three"
Bangin' them B's, for book disrespectin' the opps in my picks, I'm throwin' down B's
Bangin' them T's, for tattin', we callin' that fire, you know that we murder for team
N***a, bitch, we EBK!
Bail out, drench you, blowin' the 'Drac, hittin' they block, we ain't throwin' no shade
Shai hit his homie, he moved out the way
First time on a drill, probably shot like eight
Then I took off runnin', I was tryna get away
This a car that we use before we bend metal plates
If I ain't in the car with lil' Ye, tryna catch me a face, then I'm probably spinnin' wit' Tae
He left his gun in the house, got caught, blow him down, I bet you he had totin' today
I know a n***a who started a war, but don't want no parts, he playin' it safe
I don't get tired of patchin' my opps, and spinnin' they block, I'm feelin' like Gates
Pull up on C, tell him, "Throw me the keys", swap out for the strike, then we spin out the straight
I'ma tryna kill, lil bro got the wheel, see a opp while we ridin', then we stomp on the brakes
These n***as know that it's me who doin' the drills, but still got a mask on my face
Same n***as we tryna kill, probably'll squeal, if we ever go down for a case
N***a know we Fein For Murder, uppin' the score, then we uppin' the rake
Killers kill off of love, you'll think they was paid
.308 make him duck, like he heard a grenade
He got shot but ain't die, other n***a got grazed
It's a few n***as popped, we ain't sayin no names
Lot of smoke in the air, better go burn sage
Last drill kinda rusty, gotta work on my aim
Uh, uh, n***as be dying for clout
Bro tryna let my window down, told him keep it up, 'cause I'm hoppin' out