[Intro]
1, 2, is this on
Ha, yo, Jimmy, hit me with that Triple H
Oh my god, did Finatic make this?
These the adlibs right?
Like R to the B to the Z like, "Go,"
Like R to the B to the Z like, "Go, go"
Like R to the B to the Z like, "Go, go, go, go"
[Chorus]
Decline that call, 'cause I'm in a chase
Tap bumper, 'cause they in the way
The bloods behind the door, pressin' the brakes
Unless where I'm at, I'm gettin' away?
He on the Double, tryna make shit swing
S-V-R, this big shit a demon
Bro a celеb from the ave, shit screamin'
Cash in thе van, just spendin' that Neiman
[Verse]
I'm in the hood every day, I'm postin' (Boom bow)
He was slippin', caught him in the open
I'm out the route, tryna leave, but I'm toasted
Face gon' drive, my slime, gon' hold it
They say, "BG stop dissing" I can't
How many shots they sent? Like ten
These niggas be capping, who the fuck did they spin?
Like real street shit, who the fuck did y'all hit?
Dusav keep dissing, get shot in his gap
Dead opps it's stuffed in my pack
I'm in a M with a Glock on my lap
I see a S then he 'bout to get clapped
He with the bitch, I'm still gon' shoot
I ain't for nothin', she get clapped too
This beam ain't green, no, this shit blue
No P400s and P520s
If this nigga reach on the set, I'm gon' pop him
If he dissing B.A., we gon' drop him
Drop out that car, start yellin', "I got one"
Shoot from the rear tryna throw him a hot one
Slide through the R and bullets get to sending
Won't get in the car if the whip ain't tinted
Catch Lil Feez aim it at his fitted
[?] run down I'ma hit him
Them niggas fake he ain't high he sober
No gat, then I'm using my poker
Been looking for Rose catch him like [?]
Nasavv got lucky, next time I'ma toast him
The opps got fame from dissing and rapping
But I'm in the streets really clapping
I'm tryna throw him a pass, no Madden, aim on points, so I know he gon' catch it
I don't need a rapper, they told me, "Keep goin'," but I'm tired of the opps, keep trollin'
Can't find no deal, tryna put him on pull-downs
Late night drives, got wheels, we rolling
Free lil' Sos like free Daslime
Free LS he got bagged with the 9
My bros be back [?]
I got that juice too far off the line, shout DG, said, "How you gon' run?"
Can't run, it's a beam with his gun, we spendin' they block, I jumped in the front
We spinning they block [?] in the front
If you turn, jump out, I know that they done
Ain't foolin' around, I really wanna get 'em
Ain't talkin', I really wanna kill 'em
Don't come back to Newark, he know I'ma split him
Put his face in the shirt, his mother gon' missing
Tryna link with Drizz, pop out with the Drac
He be dissin', get shot in his face like Free B.G. hit him up with his K
Bop got hit, tryna hit him again
Smokin' on D this shit got me rockin'
Slide through the R [?]
In the Nissan, slide with the chopper
Bro got a nine, but it came with a bopper
See bro ,punch him right in his shit
I'm tryna make sure his face in a ditch
Dumb ass opp tryna beef bout a bitch
Man, niggas be tinted, why you both can't hit?
Thirties and all these Glocks in the V
Lil 2 like Curry, tryna shoot from the three
Gbz in the town in the E-53
Tryna pop some shit, goin' for twenty-three
[Chorus]
Decline that call, 'cause I'm in a chase
Tap bumper, 'cause they in the way
The bloods behind the door, pressin' the brakes
Unless where I'm at, I'm gettin' away?
He on the Double, tryna make shit swing
S-V-R, this big shit a demon
Bro a celeb from the ave, shit screamin'
Cash in the van, just spendin' that Neiman
