This Is Dwillspazzout

Circagang 47

[Verse 1: Dwillspazzout]

Ten-inch ARP, dis’ got some kick to it, run up on me, he gon’ spill out his fluids

Watchin’ his step, tryna see how he movin', scope on the stick, got me locked, I ain't losin'

Spanish bitch know Im fin” shoot me a movie, hit a bitch now she inna' lyft

Catch him outside he get hit with four-fifth, He don't got his stick so now we usin' fists

Jump out the V, let it sing like Temptations, Heard they tryna' ball tellem send the location

Shooters on deck, yeah they In a formation, up that pole ain’t no hesitation

Beam on his head, give him meditation

Ask “what happened?” ain’t no explanation, (frrt..frrt…ask “what happened?” ain’t no.. hold on)

Beam on his back, got him runnin’ like Ricky

Ain’t totin’ 30, this jawn’ a 50

Got a drum on the stick, so I get the switchy

Countin’ money, now my palms itchy

Got the location, we coming quickly

He out of bounds, now we dumpin’ 50

Run up on me, that’s real risky

When I up that pole, It ain’t no safety

Why they hate me, like my name Chris?

Play wit’ the gang, you get turned to a vic’

Play wit’ the gang you get turned to a..(frrt)

Play wit’ the gang, you get turned to a vic’

(To a vic’)

Long Live Ceasar

This Is Dwillspazzout

Circagang 47