[Intro]
Like what
Ahhh
What the fuck
[Verse 1: Kenzo Balla]
They keep dissin' my block, like enough is enough
If you run into me, you duckin' when I up
We done spin'd through that one-way, niggas know whats up
Tryna spin through my one-way, niggas out of luck
I'm on the gates, I'm tryna let it dump
First Jet that I see, I bet I send him up
Smokin' Notti wit' Lotti
Wocky in my cup
Big knock on my body, dare a nigga front
Like, on the 5 keep switches with them 30 sticks
Like, I'm tryna take a Gunna off the list
31 in the chop, we spinnin' through the Mitch
Like one false move I'm dumpin' the whole clip
Every opp gettin' shot, we ain't stoppin for shit
Big knock on my hip like a cop in this bitch
Got the knock, so I walk with a limp like a pimp
Have a bitch linе him up and we gon' leave him drеnched
Hit the drum, rappin' like a [?]
And no we not stoppin' 'til we hit our target
Spinnin' wit' my ooters, tryna spark shit
We tryna lay him down just like a carpet
I swear we them niggas you don't wanna start with
We gon' keep spinnin' lurkin', 'til we park shit
Throw some shots at his V, watch his car flip
Hop out, hit his chest and leave him heartless
On the Hill, all them niggas is kids
And if I catch DD I'm doin' that bid
Spin through, hit his neck and his chest and his head
Bitch, I'm tryna knock off niggas wigs
And we still totin' knocks from the 5th to the Sev
If he try to run up, he a spliff
I'm wit' Blick, we spinnin' tryna clip
We keep uppin' this bitch 'til we fucked up our wrists, like
Ayo Rayy, throw 8 at the 8
.38 be the sitchy, ain't leavin' no trace
Run down gang, don't trip on your lace
Like face shot gang, go pick up his face
We throw shots at the opps broad day
Flocka blitz through the front, we gon' blitz all ways
OY, YG, yeah we add all K's
65, MB, go ku', don't play like
[Verse 2: Rayy Balla]
Who the fuck is a AB Da Jet? First one we see he get crashed on the set
Start throwin' shots, all we do is cause wreck
Try to run bullets rip thru' your flesh
Hop out, like who next?
Speakin' on bro, that's your ticket to death
Move right, or you get left
Chase down gang, hit him in his chest
L-Like what? Now I'm upset
If I see Yus he get put right to bed
30 st-30 stick, tryna leave the seat red
Double back, we tryna make sure he dead
Hold on, slow down the whip
On the Have tryna catch me a YG and shit
Niggas pussy, be hidin' and shit
Take a trip to the Gate just to find me a Blixk
Catch lil' Mori, get took off the list
Mali got spliffed and y'all still ain't do shit
Bro spot him, we got him, now he don't exist
Like what happened?
Let's talk about Nick, he got hit wit' a shotty and he went out like Rick
Yo Kenzo let off the clip
Matter fact throw five, every shot gon' hit
Speed past the opps, then we reverse the whip
TG back home, he tryna take a risk
I told cuzzy "I got you, I'ma let it rip"
I told cuzzy "Give me the sitch"
Pass it off, it's still gon' feel like a hit
He like "Chill", like watch this
Next thing I saw, a new opp in the spliff
Blick gon' blick 'em, make his body flip
Tryna leave a opp dead on his strip
[Verse 3: Cito Blick]
Ayo Kenzo, I spot me a Jet
We hold knocks
I told bro "Flock at his neck"
Free Pdot, free Huntaa, free 5th to the Sev
We them stompers, don't step
Talkin' on Mez, catch a shot to the head
65, DOA, we causin' all the deaths
Catch lil' Nesty, get flocked in his chest
Two shots to the brain, Rah got left
Nigga Mexi got put right to bed
Ain't no tellin' who gonna be next
Dubs tried to run, fell to his death
Lotti got poked, he got left by the Jet
OYK, OGK, spinnin' through Courts tryna flock EK
Smokin' on Honcho, got flocked broad day
Got the Mitch on dick, gotta stay out the way
Drillin' wit' Rayy B, tryna catch a pack
Tryna slide thru' the 4's, leave a count on his back
Like, post on the Well tryna catch me a Hat
Said you spinnin' the 5's so you lookin' for Makks?
Nigga Kenzo my brother, I'm uppin' that strap
G-24 got the beam right attached
Up it and aim it, put it on his back
Tell Bando stop rappin', shit wack
