[Intro] Young rich nigga Zully son You thought I was playing nigga You thought it was a game nigga Word to who? [Verse 1] If a bwoy try violate A the body dem a find dung a Madden gate Di thugs dem ready and willing tuh None a my dawgs nah hesitate Pull up pon yuh block wid a heavy weight Clown dem see it and start shake Mek a bwoy know seh mi nah play Better try doh test my rass faith Kill yuh instant, know mi nah wait Yuh galfriend see it and start pray Shot ram inna yuh back that a tailgate And yuh brain leak out what a disgrace Shot fly thru chest, bwoy checkmate Mek yuh mada scream out god please save him! Man a real badman anuh play play thing A the mercy of Zully mek yuh still standing! [Chorus] Gun shot, Body Drop Pull up on the ops go Pop Pop All my niggas is crazy Make a nigga in a pack on his own block block Gun shot, Body Drop Pull up on the ops go Pop Pop All my niggas is crazy Make a nigga in a pack on his own block block Pull up on dem niggas wit that sawed off in my hand My bitches bad and boujee, know they banging wit the gang All my niggas got dey uzis, chitty chitty bang bang Put your body in the morgue, yo mama hear that phone ring [Verse 2] Death rate fly past birth rate Mi will see yuh dung a hell, anuh heavengate Pull up pon yuh block when you a meditate A di .32 dat inna yuh rass face Yuh mek a mistake try violate Now dat a you and mi gun have a first date Drop bomb inna yuh car, now it too late Mek yuh sorry seh yuh neva call AllState Likle bwoy you a pussy, you a coward Can call it now seh yuh castrated Copper mek yuh body start mutate Bwoy call him gal, feel frustrated Answer di phone, she a talk weird A mi hood inna har mouth she a dictate Anuh nutn fi a bwoy get eliminated Lef yuh body pon ice, yuh guh Ice skating [Chorus] Gun shot, Body Drop Pull up on the ops go Pop Pop All my niggas is crazy Make a nigga in a pack on his own block block Gun shot, Body Drop Pull up on the ops go Pop Pop All my niggas is crazy Make a nigga in a pack on his own block block Gun shot, Body Drop Pull up on the ops go Pop Pop All my niggas is crazy Make a nigga in a pack on his own block block Pull up on dem niggas wit that sawed off in my hand My bitches bad and boujee, know they banging wit the gang All my niggas got dey uzis, chitty chitty bang bang Put your body in the morgue, yo mama hear that phone ring
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