[Verse 1: Jah Osama]
Like, Like
Back onnat block, tryna up with the - (shh)
Like, I'm tryna make this shit heavy (gang)
Yus got tapped, one shot to the belly (one shot)
Relly got hit, why he lack at a deli? (why he lack?)
Push up on me, he gon see I'm a factor (gang)
Knock in a mackage, never been a lacker
Rippy ran, should've ran faster
Murda got beat in the yams, cause you gassed her
Bad lil' bitch in the spot, movin’ oppy (damn)
Like, hollon, she tryna top me (like glah)
She don't know, that I'm totin' glocky (like)
I’m asking bro, you know her body? (bro)
He say he do, he heard she a thottie (likе damn)
Oh, that's why she tryna get by me (likе hollon)
Cop me, she shaking ass so she got me (damn)
But if she move wrong, that's on bro, that's a homi
I'm in a party, where the legs?
Where the opps that be smoking my deads?
Scream out "Skeee", I'm on the West
If he say it back, that's a ticket to death
I been on this block, I'm known for causing req
Like, shh caught one to the neck (like gang)
Won't say no names, cause niggas know the rest
Bitch, I'm that youngin flockin at the vest
Like, like, shh got tagged, started hitting his dougie
Ahh-Ahh, got me feeling like Bloodie
He'll get hit with some shit, tryna rush me
No, no, like, no
Don't want your bitch, cause she ugly
Like, she the one that tryna touch me
Please don't get hit in your face tryna mug me
[Verse 2: J Mak]
(Ahh-Ahh-Ahh-Ahh)
Start flicking, I get in that mood
At the {lose?}, {?} those screws
Creep on the 3rd, I don’t know what to do
{?}, I go kuu
Not no {?}, send him up to the Fosta (grah-grah)
Y’all jack 5ive, so we send niggas box ya (damn)
Pussy boy, might just shoot like I’m {?}
{G-5ive?} dead, O’s is in profit (rickyy)
OGZK, die L’s, really bussin’
Ride Douglass, I almost G-Popped em
On {?}, niggas know I’m a problem
Nazzy, Rip, like they flocked em
I’m in Columbus, Nay Boppin
Shots from his back till he ran, niggas flocked him
Over D, niggas know {?} body
Onnat block, we gon’ beam his scullati (grah-grah-boom)
Don’t ask who I smoke, just so know, its some Lotti
Blay, Rip, but where is the Bobby?
Like, I’m tryna see where the Yagi’s
Do not push up, bet you I catch a body
Uppin’ that strip, bet you won’t try me
I might scap it, if she try to line me
Like I saw you on court, you right by me
Can’t duck req, see who really -
Buggout, Rat, please get up off me
Bend through, {?} we peform it (gang)
CGEK, I might spin till the morning
Nay pops, poppin, I’m bussin’
Scream out “Muddy”, you sip it {?} (damn)
Bitch, I’m MBK, he get pooped if he gunnin’
Sha Gz, catch sleeze, 38 bullets rippin’ thru that seat
I’m tryna {?}, smoking on some Beanz (Skeee)
Damn, ran out his jeans
That boy wasn’t linkin’ with the team (damn)
If you try something funny, shit rip though his -
Bullets rip through his teeth
Gun on my head, like smoke Beanz
Shots on my neck, smoke Lee
Bitch, I’m with bros nd we over the Gzz
[Verse 3: Cj Osama]
Sippin since on the court, I ain’t lackin’ for shit (like on bro)
When I’m in my zone, I be feening to -
When I’m in my zone, I be feening to click
Tryna catch me a nigga (like glah), keep runnin’ his strip (baow-baow-baow)
She a lil’ thick bitch, get in ha ribs
Try to line, I’m with bro, it’s a pass-assist
I ain’t mad, bro I {?} when I flick at a wrist
If you try to push up, you get hit with some shit (MBK, grah-grah)
Onna 4th, I’m tryna score a basket
Call up them links, they can say that we average (like Ldottt)
Do em like Crush, why the fuck is you lackin?
Onnat block, tryna send a nigga to the past tense
That bitch keep {?} and pouring her song
See ya manz just died, like what the fuck is wrong? (like MBK)
Dumb nigga Woo got sent, was never {?} (Mdot pussy, damn, 41K)
Mdot pussy, fucking niggas song
Nigga talk on lil’ Notti, gon come make a splee
Why da fuck you gon’ diss? you don’t be where you be
Oh, that’s goofy nigga across the street
If he lack by dat store, we dumpin’ more than 3 (on bro)
Oh for the O, we gon {?} for the team
OYG be the gang, Ima dump with the 3 (like OYYY)
Call my cuzzy on court, we flockin’ up at his bean
Try to run, I go kuu with the - (like red light)
Niggas dissin’ on bro, we gon get on yo ass
Like, hop out, I catch me a - (like worda bro)
Like, hop out, catch me a pack
If you lack on that block, you better have a strap
Why them leaky niggas tryna diss? (gang)
We gon’ spin 55th, tryna up with the hip (like hip, like hip)
Like you niggas don’t rap, so you mentioning twin (why you on my dick?)
050K, y’all niggas ain’t did shit (grrah, grrah)
Niggas free GBG, nigga go catch a hit
Ain’t get back for Trey, he got left onna shh (Buggout)
[Verse 4: EBK J.R]
Push up on me, and I’m letting it flock
Like, Nazzy, he got sent to the sky
DOA broke, and they lie on they guys
Like, I see {?} (Damn)
Brazy got packed for the shit that they did
Like, Jayrip got killed as a kid
Creep onnat block, and I’m lettin’ it flick
Like, Dotty gon’ link up the dick
I’m EBK {?}, they know what it is
Like, I pour of 3 O’s when I sip
Peep in his gram, tryna find me a lick
Like, that’s {?} when I pour up the drip
I’m the nigga, that niggas gon’ hate
Put the knock inna stash, when I go to the Jakes
You yellin’ out “Skeee”, put the gun to ya face
And a 38g, we not leavin’ no trace
Catch shh when I go to the gate
And I back out the 9 when I catch me a 8
We gon blitz, gon tweak, onna dick with a taste
When I die, brodie gon’ put the gun in my grave
If you jacking the sweeps, you a troll
Dougie B, he a feen, like he sniffing out coke
Lil’ Lotti was a ghost, when a nigga got -
Lil’ Lotti was a ghost, when a nigga got poked
