[Chorus: Mori Briscoe]
Trigger finger itchin', I'm fiendin' to clip him
I spot him, I ain't leavin' witnesses
Told these niggas I ain't with that chit chat
They like "Mori stop makin' them diss tracks"
Clip him, then we dippin', no time for defendin'
I hang with them killers and menaces
I up it, that blicky go click, clack, like a frontal, I'm pushin' his wig back
Trigger finger itchin', I'm fiendin' to clip him
I spot him, I ain't leavin' witnesses
Told these niggas I ain't with that chit chat
They like "Mori stop makin' them diss tracks"
Clip him, then we dippin', no time for defendin'
I hang with them killers and menaces
I up it, that blicky go click, clack, like a frontal, I'm pushin' his wig back
[Verse 1: Mori Briscoe]
I said I was done with the diss tracks, but these niggas keep mentionin' gang
I don't want your treesh, take your bitch back, and she was only good for the brain
How your homie get clapped in the store, and you ain't do nothin' at all?
Got no glizzys, we spinnin' with four, spot a opp and we lettin' it off
How you say you not GDK, now you GDK, how the fuck is you droppin' rakes?
I could care less either way, cause I'm EBK, get that other shit out my face
Hollow tips in the .38, it don't leave a trace, D's on me I do the race
Bullets sparkin', it heat his face
Come from different ways, run Ricky he hoppin' gates
And no I don't understand, how they runnin' from camera mans, but these niggas is tough
My glizzy never jam, double tap it like Instagram, niggas know I don't bluff
Say you spinnin', boy never that
Since these niggas like sendin' shots, then we sendin' back
Said he slidin', boy never that
Fuck all the opps, man them niggas ain't gettin' back
Tell them niggas to stop it, Structure up
Spinnin' Fields, man them niggas not tough enough
You a target, and Vick is not one of us
Spin through, hop out, we gon' done him up
You could get laid down just for runnin' up
Niggas droppin' the rakes, are they dumb or what?
Not a boxer, I don't wanna knuckle up
If I don't got the knocks, we gon' fuck him up
[Chorus]
Trigger finger itchin', I'm fiendin' to clip him
I spot him, I ain't leavin' witnesses
Told these niggas I ain't with that chit chat
They like "Mori stop makin' them diss tracks"
Clip him, then we dippin', no time for defendin'
I hang with them killers and menaces
I up it, that blicky go click, clack, like a frontal, I'm pushin' his wig back
Trigger finger itchin', I'm fiendin' to clip him
I spot him, I ain't leavin' witnesses
Told these niggas I ain't with that chit chat
They like "Mori stop makin' them diss tracks"
Clip him, then we dippin', no time for defendin’
I hang with them killers and menaces
I up it, that blicky go click, clack, like a frontal, I'm pushin' his wig back
[Verse 2: GlizzyGlo]
(Gang Gang, nigga, what look, gang gang gang, nigga, uh huh, bow bow bow, let me talk to em'
Uh huh, look)
Ain't no waitin', we make you stay in your crib like you out on probation
Ain't no waitin', bet them bullets gon' flock, hit his top, then I'm out on vacation
Situations, when that Trey 57 start blowin', your home a new vacant
'Cause my niggas double tappin', that's another victim
If you jackin' Structure, you get boomed
Cause my niggas spot it, hit em', that's another victim
I'm the only bro who bought a tool
Cause my niggas not with the chitchat, talkin' very steady
Come get your bitch back
And no we not into the politickin', know your time is tickin' just for walkin'
My blicky don't ever jam, see this flash on a camera man
But I bet he gon' run
We blow like a ceiling fan, bitch, we hop out a Sprinter van, Mori Blixky he go dumb
I rap like a Taliban, bitch, I'm countin' these hella bands
Got me feelin' like Mouse
And no he don't understand, I got shooters from Pakistan, and they totin' the tool
