[Intro: Tiny Snap]
Big Mike
Money Talks Studios
Blackgang Broadway
Big up myself, Young Josh
[Verse 1: Tiny Snap]
Gunshot, gun pop
Head rock, head off
Fuck with my team, you're fucking with big dogs
Think we ain’t letting off?
Try Killa, I guarantee he takes your fucking boss
These pricks, playing all their games
I'm sure that you're hiding when we’re letting off flame
Don't you know we're good with the aim
So the jakes locked up Young Taz and Jesse James
Young Spend
[Verse 2: Prover]
Better listen up, the .45 will lift him up
Aim for his head, I wanna see his body drop
I wanna see his body flop
I ain't talking 'bout a body pop
.32, Star 9, revolvers
Fuck with my team, and your life will be over
TB will blow your head over your shoulder
You're fucking with a Pecknarm soldier
You can stunt in your roadster
Guns, we got loads star
[Verse 3: Killa Ki]
Killa! I'm the meaning of a gunshot
Got about three guns 'cause I’ve got gwop
And I know you know the name
Big Killz, Killa Ki, fucking up the game
I’m a legend on the street
Dargs got on niggas on the road, like I'll get him
Kyze on the lose
I heard that nigga moves wicked when he moves
[Verse 4: Young Butch]
Weighed out, all my niggas hold their guns right
It’s like say that we're all the same blood type
And I ain't down with for punch fights
I'd rather cock it back, squeeze off and watch the slugs fly
Like, so ease off with the punk guys
Breeze off, the heat pops, cah I got my gun right
You only come hard in your punchlines
So when the beef kicks, you ain’t involved in the crunchtime
[Verse 5: Shocks]
Got the bandana laid around the stick
So forensics ain't finding no DNA on this
See the feds, drop the strally in a ditch
Couple hours later, we gotta relocate the stick
Now the feds done created a snitch
Kidnap the prick, make the feds relocate the bitch
Grab the towels man we're cutting off his lips
Fuck that, man we're bodying this prick
[Verse 6: Young Killa]
Gunshots, lead pop
Head top, head gone
Dead boy, red block
Feds come, I'm gone
My gang, Black Gang
Trapmash, bang gats
Us man, prang fam
No bang bang we spray man
Got sticks that'll rock your block
Don't bother run when it's popping off
Guarantee you can't dodge the shot
Fam, I'll pop the Glock and top him off
Leave him with no lid like a fucking cup
[Verse 7: Young Mad B]
A rental full of homies with bally's 'round their face
Gunshot, gunshots, we pepper up the place
The clothes get burnt, we hit the block with no trace
There's no evidence of Black Gang, we buss case
We clap at any premises
Fuck all the petty petty
Black Gang real life, we ride with the semi semi
Real niggas, toasting your life with some heavy heavy
We be in the block, getting head from another jezzie
[Verse 8: Omz]
This is Ops, you know I let my gun rock
I got my big ting nigga, you will get cropped
Leave you red in the street like a bus stop
Shoot to kill fam, I ain't in a gun war
I'ma rider fam, I shoot in the broad of day
Like gunshot, one shot
Try me fam, you know I got my gun cocked
Wouldn't even advise that still
[Verse 9: Tiny Boost]
Pecky man give gunshots
Not one shot
Buss off till the gun stops
And my squad stacks guns like a gun shop
On the Yellow Block posing with my gun cocked
I can have your head floating when the gun pops
Big spliff when I'm rolling on your dumb block
Macs or nines, plus I'm holding on to one Glock
Feds will find your body ghosted on the one spot
[Verse 10: Snap Capone]
It's SN the trey-eighty popper
I'ma aim up and spray it proper
Niggas know me, I'll clap on my ones
No need for my whole team
I leave a hole in your whole team
Shoot, shoot, shoot
Lift him up, then put him down
I don't talk beef
I let the metal sound
So hear this
Pricks, I'ma air shit
I keep my bitch on the side
