Shout out Yamaica
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, boom (Like, grrah)
(Like hold on) Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, boom
If you droppin' my 4, I'm knockin' at your door, like, hold on
Mr. Hop-Out-And-Knock, I'm tryna up the score, like, hold on
It's really that Justo Gz nigga, you heard? (Like)
RPT Gzzly (It's that Ndot nigga suck my dick, you heard?)
Every O shot, Grrt, bow (Like, aah!)
Suck my dick
300K, GDK, all that shit to my dick, y'all should know how I'm comin'
I get the pole, then like Andre, I'm Drummond
TG you seen me, you wasn't on nothin'
Been M80VE gang, and I fuck with my Gunnaz (Gunnaz)
If I flake spin, then I'm callin' GGunna
And that .40 I tote leave 'em done up
Want fifty a drill for that nigga Zay mother
That bitch is a fiend, extend the grip on a grip when I tote me a grip
Don't run, don't trip, got a beam
Like grrah, grrah-grrah, boom
All you hear when I dump, it's a lean
Bangin' that DOA-K shit, spin through the Rey shit
Hop out and scream, "RPT"
Send shots, .38, slump, no shells, no face, no case
When I shoot it's a green
Shoot or get shot
Jack you some steppers and still ain't come step on my block
EK, get back for your pops
I'm tired of the dissin', lets link up and play with our chops
And the first opposition that drop
Stand over his body keep clickin' and make sure he die, like, hold on
(Keep clickin, keep clickin, keep clickin, grrah-grrah-grrah-grrah)
Got artillery niggas can definitely slide with
John Wick, they gon' have to duck and dodge shit
.357 bullets rippin' through his spine
It's gon' have him on a different timin'
If he survive
RPT, we the ones that be the top
ETG, we the ones that gon' find 'em
Jackin they GBG, we think we line you (Word to bro)
And that be the facts (Grrah)
I cannot fuck her if her shit not fat (Uh-huh)
I might just call up Mdot for the rock (Like, huh?)
Try to take a opp that gon' hit you with the Makk (Uh-huh, on bro)
If he jackin the O, put a O in his back (Like, What?)
Jacob a dick, how you die with your strap? (Like, what?)
Milly Wop got beat with a stick in his back (Grrah)
If I spot me a flock, I react and attack
On court, bro throw, yellin', "Squeeze me"
Spot me C Blu, I'ma aim for his beanie
Remember days in the field 16 deep
Swingin' them canes, now it's chop with the green beam
I'ma hop out, send shots to the courts
Smokin' BDiddy, he died with his pole (Gang-gang-gang)
I got ooters, they slide on those Courtlandts (Gang-gang-gang)
You was talkin' on Woo? Then I'm breakin' your jaw
Like, hold on (On bro)
Grrah (Grrah), like grrah (Grrah)
Grrah (Grrah-grrah-grrah), keep runnin'
When I'm tellin' the opp, "Why you stumblin?"
"Remember them days, we don't bully for nothin'"
Like grrah, like grrah, like grrah, I'm bustin'
Spot a flock, it's not up for discussion
Back out my knocks and I'm sendin' a dozen
Ayy yo Jdot, free you
When you come out, I'm tightnin' your screws, like (What?)
Hang out the V, send shots at your crew, like
Niggas be chattin, they ain't get boomed at?
Never, "Who that?" (Never shoot that)
We gon' spin through the ave, send shots where you and your crew at
Like, niggas keep sayin' my name
Like, niggas is soft, not real what they claim, like
Told Idot, "Just aim, turn on that beam, send shots at his brain"
Niggas is wack, never put on for the gang
Nigga Swervo got beat this shit is insane, like
Like, who gon' spin? (Like, what?)
Like, who gon' ride? (Huh?)
Nigga, Notti got poked, got sent to the sky
Dumb lil' nigga, at least he tried (Notti)
Like, I'ma go crazy you touch one of mine
Bro Ty on go, like, niggas be chattin' like he ain't get back
Like, spin through the courts tryna make a new pack
New opp, new opp, now you stuck in a pack
Like, JJ with me, and this shit gettin' critical
Spin through the opps so you know we not missin' you
Justo with me and you know he don't pick and choose
2-3 shots, pop out, thats my physical, like
Grrah, grrah, grrah
Grrah-grrah, boom
It's that Ndot nigga suck my dick, you heard?
Like, Notti got poked on the train thats his last stop
Suck my dick, you heard?