OGz the fuck up
Grrah
Everything dead, gotta stand on that shit, grrah
Ayy yo, PJ, pass me the chop
I'm 'bout to hop out and let this shit flock (Grrah)
Die Gzz, y'all niggas is broke (Broke)
Y'all be talkin' on Charlie, but Lotti got poked
Fuck Boomer, y'all gotta get back
I don't know why these niggas try to act
In the O, we posted with the strap
Y'all never spin through the front or the back (At all)
That's facts, y'all niggas runnin'
Big forty-eight when we yell out, "What's Gunnin?'"
On my block we don't care about reactions
We tryna hop out the V and start clappin' (Word)
And I heard that your father a fiend
He on a wheelchair, I'ma make him lean
And I heard that your father a fiend
He on a wheelchair, I'ma make him lеan (Grrah)
Tryna spin through Munna, tryna catch a 80
Tryna rock 'em to sleep (Grrah), like a baby (Grrah, grrah)
Smokin' on Lotti, got me feelin lazy (Baow, baow)
Smokin' Bobby, got me feelin' wavy (Baow, baow)
I'ma keep clickin' 'til a nigga drop ('Til he drop)
Faced a blunt, and I still made it hot (Hot, baow, baow)
How you be smokin' on EK pops?
When we had you runnin', duckin' shots (Shots, grrah)
All alone with my chrome, movin' dusty (Dusty)
He can get shot if he yellin' out, "Muddy"
Catch a shot to the chest tryna rush me (Grrah, grrah)
I can't wait till I bump into Lucky, grrah (Gang-gang-gang)
I'ma keep spinnin' through these niggas block
Smokin' Benji, that nigga was popped
When you see me, better up the knocks
Smokin' JayRipk, we don't fuck with the Flocks
Like, word to my mother you shot
Like, word to my mother you shot
Face of the what? I'm the Face of The Bronx
Bitch, I'm sanctioned on and off the block
Like, most of my opps really know my bop (Grrah, grrah)
Try to Drilly Bop, he gettin' shot
If he jackin' Drilly, make it hot
Hollows they hit 'em, knockin' off his top (Grrah)
Fuck the Fifth, 'cause them niggas is broke
This nigga blood, and his brother a Loc (Like, what?)
This shit new, I never seen 'em throw
He better duck and he better get low
Ayy yo, PJ, pass me the chop
I'm 'bout to hop out and let this shit flock (Grrah)
Die Gzz, y'all niggas is broke (Broke)
Y'all be talkin' on Charlie, but Lotti got poked
Fuck Boomer, y'all gotta get back
I don't know why these niggas tryna act
In the O, we posted with the strap
Y'all never spin through the front or the back (At all)
That's fact, y'all niggas runnin'
Big forty-eight when we yell out, "What's Gunnin?'"
On my block we don't care about reactions
We tryna hop out the V and start clappin' (Grrah)
Gang-gang-gang
Suck my dick
OGz the fuck up, nigga, OGE
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
Gang-gang-gang