[Intro]
(Tec)
Frrah, frah, frrah, frrah
Troopers, Troopers, Troopers, frrah
They forcin' my hand to do damage, I been causin' havoc, I caught a lil' timeout
I can never forget 'bout them hits
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, boom, nigga
They know how the fuck I'm comin' (He said, uh)
He said
[Verse 1: Kay Glizz]
They keep forcin' my hand to do damage, I been causin' havoc, I caught a lil' timeout
I can never forget 'bout them hits, troopin' it back to the P's with my .9 out (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
They keep askin' me 'bout Nunnie Bop, these niggas never pull up to come find out (On bro)
Bet this .40 cal'll make him drop, turn him into pot, then we smoke our minds out
6ix, move to the left, I need space, he 'bout to feel it, the dot on thе top of his face
Been uppin' since an early agе, but don't get it twisted, before that, I was gettin' cake
Send three, clickin' with rage, sendin' back money 'til gang-gang get out them chains
The trap-a-holics gettin' paid, the Troopers ain't goin' for shit, be careful what you claim, glah
Had to back him, he wasn't on gang shit, pillow talkin' for bitches on lame shit
Let him walk in front of us, nina go off, leave a hole in his back on some Dame shit
Had to trap all day on that main strip, 5K, three days in the same 'fit
Spot him, got him, flock him anxious, I never knew how to be patient, grrah
[Verse 2: Jah Bands]
And I'm back with another one, big WAG
I call up my Troops, they gon' get on your ass
If you Woooin', hop out and we blast
Don't mention my gang, we turn him to the past
Get turned to a spliff
I get money like I hit a lick, most of these lil' niggas never be on shit
I got KG with me tryna click, bitch, we be them Troopers, we takin' that trip (Troops)
"Smokin' all deads," what the fuck? None of these niggas never did enough
And Jah Savv, he be tossin' tryna get 'em touched
Hop out the V and quack him like a duck
Like, what did you do for your crew?
All of my brothers really made the news
And tell Jay Dee he pussy, knew him up in school
I'm tryna pull up on him, what's the word? Call Nunnie Da III, he pop out and he purge
Fuck feelings, I can't show no sympathy
And none of the opps can get rid of me
Jack my shit K and we killin' you instantly
Leave his body apart like a centipede
Jay Savv, you pussy, flock him out of tinted V's
If he trollin', we turnin' him to a splis (Like, grrah)
[Verse 3: Jay 6ix]
Don't lack, don't be outta bounds creepin'
Catch him walkin' outta Crowns
KG, we gon' send him up to bro
They keep on mentionin' him, like is you slow?
Nunnie, we gon' pull up with two G's
Troopers gettin' money, duckin' D's
Savage with me, never duckin'
We gon' hit his muffin, somebody gon' pay for it
Don't mention the dead, we gon' spray for it
Cousins, brothers, don't matter, you pay for it
In the Ville, I'm prayin' that they Wooo back
If an F throw a party, we shoot that
It don't matter, you with him, you get it too
I ain't pickin', no choosin', get rid of you
(Slime, this Glock gon' finish you, pussy
For all of that talkin', get rid of you, pussy)
[Verse 4: Jah Savv]
Before he died, he was yellin' his leg, the dummy took one to the head
I'm with lil' bro tryna empty the rest
Fuck Mali, they done left him in the lobby
Creep up tryna catch me a body, I heard Boomer got hit for a thottie
I hit the front, lil' bro hit the back door
Catch him in that lobby, then he get clicked on
They better ask how we get with the pitchfork
Hawk him down, he fell on his face
We do not fuck with the Bamaz, we tryna do a 98 like he Dee
Sittin' on his crib, we hopin' he come up
They wanna see how I get with this gun out
Clickin' on anything, it's gettin' fun now
I'm startin' to think they forgettin' my character
Who the fuck is OJ? I'll embarrass ya
If it's lit, nigga, get a gun
He start runnin', green dot on his back
Red tips rippin' through his six-pack
I'm with 6ix, you Choo, then he blitzin' that
Nunnie with me glitchin', totin', pass off
Free Double R, he did it with no mask on
Get the addy, sittin' on that crib
[Verse 5: Nunnie Da III]
Okay, times up
'Cause I let a bunch of shit rock, but now I'ma speak on the facts
Ray Makk just died and them RV niggas ain't dropped nothin' but a couple tracks
Like go and get back, Rayshawn in this pack, dummy caught a leggy before he got whacked
They gotta relax, Boogie got me smacked, caught a head pop and then he collapsed, glah
Them Bama niggas got me mad, yo, SySy, how many times you did bad?
We gon' hop in the OJ lookin' for OJ tryna turn that nigga into some gas
All them niggas ass, I just wanna crash
Buggout, how you fat and you still fast?
Nigga did the dash, all we know is blast, Troopers takin' over, we ain't comin' last, glah
