[Chorus: JAHHLU]
W-w-w-why you talking? Just run my one on one
B-b-bitch, I got a Glocky, I'ma add a drum
I-I-if you want that static, I'ma pass you some
Patek, Patek, Patek, bitch, he got it and he got a gun
I don't care if you die-ie-ie
I got a chop' by my si-I-ide
Play with me, you gon' die-ie-ie-ie
[Verse 1: JAHHLU]
I-I-I just walked up in the room, with a Glocky in the front
K-keep an AK-47 like a motherfuckin' Russian
T-t-turn on that JAHHLU, "Goddamn, this buss!'"
You say you pop out at the function, when I pulled up, nigga wasn't there
When I see him, it's on sight, I don't care if your lil' cousin there
Got Dolce and Gabbana, lil' nigga got like a dozen pair
We just killed him in the lobby with a shotty, and it wasn't fair
I-I-I-I-I don't care
[Verse 2: endilu & JAHHLU]
Y-yeah, I'm Endi, I'm his little bro
N-N-Nerf Gun pointed at his middle toe
Sh-sh-she a thot, she a little ho
I-I-in my room watchin' XVideos (B-bro, what?)
When I pull up on the block, I got my chopper, let it spray
If you get too close to Endi, I'ma punch you in your face
I got blicky in my pocket, it's gon' take him away
Me and Scare making plays like every day
I-I-I, I don't really know why-y-y
You must wanna die-ie-ie
Bro got blicked outside, I-I-I-I
[Chorus: JAHHLU]
W-w-w-why you talking? Just run my one on one
B-b-bitch, I got a Glocky, I'ma add a drum
I-I-if you want that static, I'ma pass you some
Patek, Patek, Patek, bitch, he got it and he got a gun
I don't care if you die-ie-ie
I got a chop' by my si-I-ide
Play with me, you gon' die-ie-ie-ie
[Verse 3: JAHHLU & aidyn]
Pack, pack, got a pack in the mail
Better repent or you're goin' to Hell
Smoke in the air, I forgot how to smell
Treat you like Monopoly, I send you to jail
Smokin' pack so I can not feel my face
Sometimes I wanna go MIA
Put a chopper to yo' ass if you wanna play
Huh-huh, hah-hah
And I punch a little boy on the way, huh-uh
And I'm never lackin', 'cause I'm quick to up that gun
If you wanna play with me, know you're done
Know you're done, done (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 4: aidyn]
C-c-chopper break him like a Kit Kat
Talk down on me, lil' boy, you better quit that
Posted up with gang, we don't got time for chit-chat
One wrong move and we gonna blow your wig back
Feel like JAH 'cause I got that .223
On me, and you know I up the chopper, let it sing
And I feel like ericdoa, move like a zombie
And you know I feel like Nimstarr, rockin' the Nikes
[Verse 5: mumble]
I'ma drop, yeah, yeah, yeah, we gotta go
We're with endi, that's just little bro
I-I-I-in the cut, we can't let 'em escape
G-g-g-got a chopper, wrap a .221 just right to yo' brain
Bleep-bloop, blop-blop, in New York, I milly rock
Pop-pop-pop, just couple shots, I-I-I think that I'm findin' blocks
I-I-I'ma watch the body drop, don't come lookin', I'm at the top
I ain't ever gonna stop, uh-uh-uh
Hold up, hold up, hold up, pull up and watch 'em run
Slip a couple punches, knock 'em out 'cause it's a 1v1
K-k-kick 'em on the baseline, punch 'em when I hear them drop
They all wanna (Oh-oh), go, come have some fun
They say that they like me, but I know they hate me
I-I, JAHHLU's here with the gun
W-w-when he pulls the trigger, everybody knows you're done
G-g-got your brain, cut out, please stop actin' dumb
[Verse 6: filet]
A-a-a-and I'm back on this shit, I know you pissed o-o-off
Get to sparkin', get to barkin' like the big dog
Twenty three bullets finna make 'em Crip Walk
Pull up on 'em, actin' quiet, but I let this stick talk
Chopper big dog, up it, let this bitch bark-ark-ark
Don't let me catch you lackin' when it's pitch da-dar-dark
Stretch pack in this bitch, smell like big fart-art-art
We be stompin' on the block, lemme Pixar-ar-ar
I got diamonds, lil' kid, it where my wrist are
You can try to piss me off, but you won't get far
And I'm playin' with that bitch like a guitar
I put a scope on my chopper so I hit far
[Verse 7: novastein]
Beat a nigga ass, I don't need a fuckin' gun
Nigga talkin' shit, but he can't handle one on ones
Up the fuckin' Smith, nigga, you better go get you one
Touch my nigga JAH, then you bet your fucking life is done
Hey, li-li-li-like, do we have a problem?
My niggas can get right, if you wanna solve 'em
Shakin' shit like Harlem, rob 'em then we got 'em
Chillin' in a VC with my niggas 'cause we awesome
You wanna be me, but you're a no-life
If you-if you want my money, you can get right
Smokin' on that fuckin' gas, think I'm gonna fly
My niggas stay out goin' with me, I'm gonna stop for red lights
[Verse 8: caponeti]
Smack that nigga grandma
B-b-bitch, we got the chopper with a hammer
We got a scope with a beam, it can blam ya
If you couldn't tell, we don't give a damn, uh
Patek, Patek, Patek, got' buy at the store
You can check my catalog, no toe-to-toe
And when we uppin' automatics, bitch, we up the score
That boy endi right about XVideos (B-bro, what?)
Damn, just pop a titty, ho
Y-y-you was talkin' shit, I'm in your city, ho
T-t-take a blick and put it to yo' smitty, ho
With a, with a white bitch, she in the committee, ho
[Verse 9: bronclair]
Yeah, boy, you goin' packin' without me?
Fuck a 1v1, bitch, we goin' 3v3
Ten toes on me, I got her fuckin' on me
Got a Glocky with a scope, gonna shoot you with ease
JAHHLU, bronclair, we the ultimate team
Call up nigga endi, got me all my memes
Don't run, Fendi, gon' run up my jeans
Yeah, us, J with the plain white tee
If you want a feat, you gotta pay a fee
Takin' yo' bitch out on a shopping spree
This shit not really, uh, what it seems
So much ice on me, call me Mr. Freeze
[Verse 10: ketsu]
Yeah, I feel like two shots, we gon' knock it and spray
Hit 'em in the head, now he can't think the same
Stop talkin' down on me, nigga, we not the same
Yeah, nova in the back, he gon' show you real pain
At yo' brodie, yeah, we shootin' with the Glocks, yeah
T-t-talkin' shit, pussy nigga, you get popped, yeah
AR in the back, we sprayin' down your block, yeah
He thought he God, I don't know what he thought, yeah
Feelin' untouchable, I took his jaw
See his body, got 'em straight to his mind
Thought he God, but he ain't know a lot
Spittin' flames, they talkin' they mind
Hah, yeah, hah
[Verse 11: 1crusafix]
No, I don't give a fuck
Run around with the gang, countin' V-Bucks
Talk shit, but you really wanna be us
Hangin' out with JAH, bitch, we on the fuckin' Battle Bus
W-what's up? Hey, bitch, what you wanna do?
I'ma seal it with my Glock like Gorilla Glue
G-g-got a pistol in the back, I'ma let it shoot
A-a-aim precise, pussy boy, you know you're gone through
Hey, and you know that shit is terminal
Pu-pu-put the chopper to his head, I'm a criminal
Where'd he go? B-b-bitch, you'll never know
Bitch, you'll never know
[Chorus: JAHHLU]
W-w-w-why you talking? Just run my one on one
B-b-bitch, I got a Glocky, I'ma add a drum
I-I-if you want that static, I'ma pass you some
Patek, Patek, Patek, bitch, he got it and he got a gun
I don't care if you die-ie-ie
I got a chop' by my si-I-ide
Play with me, you gon' die-ie-ie-ie