[Intro]
Glah
Gang-gang-gang
Boom-boom-boom
Damn, Jefe
Boom-boom-boom
Everything Dead
Glah-glah, boom
Every Flocka Shot
Gang-gang-gang
Gang-gang-gang
[Chorus: Pj Glizzy]
Ayo, let's take a trip to the Gates (Boom-boom)
Ayo, let's take a trip to the Vatos (Bow)
And I might do a hit in the Bape (Gang-gang-gang)
With the gang yellin', "Free the Ape" (Free the Ape)
Ayo, lets take a pic on the 8 (Yes), 'cause they ain't outside (Boom, boom)
We got them .9s and we just gon' shoot over gates (Gang-gang-gang)
If he DOA, we add a K (Add a K)
[Verse 1: Wockhardt]
Throw up Gzz, and your life is to pack up (Pack up)
Get the pills in my body, I'ma act up (I'ma act up)
Nigga rappin' like a killer, never wrapped nothin' (Gllt)
I can't see 'cause the demons tryna catch 'em (Tryna catch 'em)
Spin FourSev, 43rd, pluck some (Pluck sum)
Chase Down Gang, but he didn't get to run (Get the pun)
Lefty bring the storm, always walkin with his, uh (Uh)
Pj hit me up for a deal, then it's done (Then it's done)
[Verse 2: Lefty Goon]
Spin the 2 and the 6 same day (Bow-bow)
He say that he spinnin, he laced
Back out the knocks, send that boy to the gates (Grrt, grrt)
Bullets flyin', better pick up the pace (Grrt-grrt-grrt)
And these bullets is sprayin', no mace (Bow, bow)
Get shot in his head tryna hang over gates (Gang-gang-gang)
Move wock, tell her, "Stay in her place" (Bow, bow)
She the line? Then she dyin' today (Bow-bow-bow)
[Verse 3: Pj Glizzy]
I ain't spin through what? (Bow, bow)
DOA-K, we like, "Everything dead" (Everything dead)
She wanna rump, but, I cannot lay, like (Grah-grah)
Baby girl, come give me some head (Boom-boom)
Nas EBK, you got robbed, you ain't do shit (Suck my dick)
You had singles, go get you some bread (Eat my dick)
Oh, that man got a Carti, aim for his head (Grah, grah)
If he jack DrillyGzz, RPT, or the Sev (Gang-gang-gang)
[Verse 4: Wockhardt]
Bitch, we spin through and duck (Spin through and duck, uh)
Ride for the bros, and put on for the dead (The dead)
Addicted to constantly takin' these meds' (Grrt)
Bitch, I'm fresh off a drill, I can't hear what you said (Uh)
Fell in love with that uh, then, I promise I use it (I use it)
I can't give 'em that chance, I keep one in the head (Keep one in the head)
When I get off them drugs and I feel like I'ma lose it (I'ma lose it)
I visit the opps, look for something to press (Press)
[Verse 5: Lefty Goon]
3 deads in a year ain't enough? (Bow, bow)
That should tell you to pick up a gun (Bow-bow-bow)
I keep it tucked, why the fuck would I run? (Gang-gang)
Drop a O and your life gon' be done (Gang-gang)
Keep clickin', we aim at his hat (Boom, boom)
Sit back 'cause they don't spin back (Boom-boom-boom)
What the fuck is GBG baby? (What)
On bro, I can't wait till y'all lack (Boom-boom-boom)
[Verse 6: Pj Glizzy]
When I spin through the front, Bdot got the back (Boom, boom)
On bro, we gon' blitz on a Makk
Ballin' like I'm Diddy, bitch I keep a strap (Strap)
Can't go out like Dummy or Matt (Grah-grah)
(Gang-gang-gang) 'Cause none of my niggas will die by no pokey (Pokey)
We gon' fire, spinnin' out a stoley (Stoley)
Most of my opps really think they know me (Know me)
Clutchin', uppin', fire like Ginobili (Grrah-grrah)
[Bridge: Pj Glizzy]
And I just got a call, who that? (Who that?)
Go small, all black, move tact (Boom-boom)
Bro call up Dudey, get took off the map
DOA-K, we gon' aim for his hat (DOA-K)
And I just got a call, who that? (Who that?)
Go small, all black, move tact
Bro call up Dudey, get took off the map
DOA-K, we gon' aim for his hat (Gang, everything dead)
[Outro: Pj Glizzy, Wockhardt, and Lefty Goon]
Ayo, let's take a trip to the Gates (Gang-gang-gang)
Ayo, let's take a trip to the Vatos (Gang-gang-gang)
And I might do a hit in the Bape
With the gang yellin', "Free the Ape" (Grah)
Spin FourSev, 43rd, pluck some
Chase Down Gang, but he didn't get to run
Lefty bring the storm, always walkin with his uh
Pj hit me up for a deal, then it's done
Spin the 2 and the 6 same day
He say that he spinnin, he laced
Back out the knocks, send that boy to the gates
Bullets flyin', better pick up the pace
Nas EBK, you got robbed you, ain't do shit, like
You had singles, go get you some bread
Oh, that man got a Carti, Aim for his head
If he jack DrillyGzz, RPT, or the Sev (Or the Sev)
