[Intro: Yavi DG, Yommy G & Goon Glizz]
Grrah, grrah
Drilly, grrah, grrah (Honcho)
Damn, Big Dead Game, nigga they know my bop, grrah, grrah
Drop my 8, I'ma take 6 of y'all niggas (Mmm, nah, turn that up)
Grrah, boom (Young Madz)
Drilly
[Verse 1: Goon Glizz]
Once I get in that mode, don't test me (Like, what?)
[?] got kicked like jelly
We either walk up on feet, or we throw out the renty (Grrah, grrah)
[?] on that block, when I throw, make it heavy
Whole lot of opps got mixed with the [?] (Like, what?)
We was crazy part one, but this is the part two
No gun on my body, I'll spark you
Better stay with your gun, that's a smart move
Fuck you gon' do when this G start playin'?
Gun start singin', you better get low (What?)
New G and it came with extendo
Slow down the car, let mе throw out the window
Whole lotta lettin' this shit, likе a pistol
Just for mentionin' Pop, word to bro, I'ma get you
[?] got beat, and he left with a trip too
Don't spin in a car, 'cause that shit'll get flipped too
And I love my bitches on thot shit
She shakin' her hips, she totin' this knocka
Free Blitz, do it proper
Hit it once, after that, got to block her
Goin' up, had to switch up my roster
Dreads gon' hang out my ski like a Rasta, like
Dreads gon' hang out my ski like a what?
[Verse 2: Yavi DG & Yommy G]
On court with the G, playin' ball with the chop
Niggas know how I get on that block, never stop
Word to bro, we the main niggas took off they watch
Any time we done spun, we sent multiple shots
Every Glock got a laser, that's multiple dots
Red beam, when I spot me a 'wok on a rock
Green beam in the day, you could still see the dot
New tip, .57, bullets go through the car
When I flick, better duck, like, you better dodge
On the S, with a trend, tryna catch me a car
Got a 300 black out, [?] cars
Like, you could run, but these bullets go far
When I'm spinnin' with Yommy, we tryna play ball
Got my bro on the spot, tryna wait for that call
I say a word, then he lettin' it off, nigga
Big G-Side, no block like this
[Verse 3: Yommy G]
Like, damn, word to my dead, we givin' niggas hell (Like, damn)
Word to my dead, we givin' niggas belt
Them niggas still pussy, linkin' up for help
Niggas get shot in they shit, and go tell
And word to my dead, I bought some guns through Zelle
I catch a shit with that shit, 'fore I sell
Nigga got shot in his face, and he fell
(Lu Money?) buggin', get away from 12
And bro better never say he feel a way
He know I'ma flock a nigga in his face
Trey pound bug, but never leave a trace
Why niggas movin' wocky in this place?
Heard he got scapped up, ripped in his face
And he tried to troll me, just the other day, like
Why is these niggas really tryna play?
Niggas who ain't did shit, sayin' my name (Nigga)
Niggas who ain't did shit sayin' my—
Niggas tryna say for a bitch, we expose 'em
And that backdoor shit really open
I had a lot of bitches really totin'
I am not the nigga to be loafin'
Bro tryna flick on they side, off emotion
Like, this is not the way that niggas goin'
I'm startin' to think that niggas really trollin'
Why you goin' on drills? You ain't blowin'
When you steppin' on court, ain't no timeout
Like Rondo, I bring the .9 out
She said her pussy too good, I'ma find out
Call me bro, niggas better come ride out
Why is he talkin' 'bout guns, like five out
And the toughest nigga gettin' slimed out
Drilly, big G-Side, no block like—
With the Makk, he be throwin' the Sleeze up
With the Jets, and they throwin' the B's up
S double M, I know they wanna be us
New opp, niggas still tryna team up
[Outro: Yommy G]
Damn, got the 8 with me
Grrah, grrah grrah
(Honcho)
(Young Madz)
