[Intro]
Grah grah boom, nigga
Like how many niggas is dead?Eroy, Boomer, Mali, Ted
Grrrahh
Grah, Grah, Boom
Troop
WAG gang shit, nigga
Get the fuck off my dick
Grah
YEAHHH
Grah
Grah, Grah
Grah, Grah
Like
Troopers
Troopers
Grah
Grah, Grah
Like look
Look, uh
[Verse 1: Kay Glizz]
KG always clickin', heavy on the Crippin'
If he jackin' GD, bet them bullets rip him
Totin' on this rod while I'm out here fishin'
Catch him, fill him up and after that we kick him
Baddy wit' the fatty, totin' on the Smith n'
Yo Nunnie he O to the G, go get him
That Glock got a whole red beam, no missin'
His mans push up, make his bro leak wit' him
Y'all need to get off my penis
Said y'all flickin', but we never see shit
On the internet talkin' 'bout street shit? Y'all niggas might as well work in a precinct
RG wit' me, clutchin' for no reason
Savv slime, all he see is green, bitch
Boy dropped, he gaspin', wheezin'
Gotta walk wit' my G, it's that season
Jah Blixk, didn't niggas beat you?
Chairs all in your head, greased you
Oh you got a knocker, nigga me too
Send me the addy, on bro I'ma spleeze you
Look, stop actin' crazy, I got Julie Glizzy totin' Stacy
They ain't get back for Boogie, that was crazy
I'm wit' Dxtti, chillin' in the 80z
The trip that we took over there was fake wavy
Catch him lackin', flick him wit' his lady
All of this Malachi shit got me lazy
Did a hit out the whip and they paid me, glah
Dare a lil' opp nigga front, today is the day he get turned into Runtz
Three Glocks in the whip, one pump in the trunk
Catch us a Blixk, then we pumpin' him up
Glah
She got some junk in her trunk, talkin' 'bout she like it rough when we rump
Hit from the back then I nut on her buns, I told her hurry up the bust fillin' up, like
We got aim, ain't no need for no switches
TG on the road to the riches
Don't get 6ix pissed off, he be glitchin'
Hop out, it's immediate flickin'
Just got the lo' from some B.O.E bitches
Hit the hoe, give a O nigga stitches
Clapped him, thought that a folk nigga did it
But we big GDK, nigga listen
Hate niggas that dick ride
Most them niggas pussy and they switch sides
Took a trip to RV, tryna click five
They put Sha Boogie to bed, it was his time
Glah
Nunnie got a big .9, he wit' Manny, tell them niggas free Rah
Tryna bend thru' the Ville, leave him fish fried
White Savv bussin', yeah we smokin' his eye
Tryna bend thru' the Ville, leave him fish fried
White Savv bussin', yeah we smokin' his eye
[Verse 2: Nunnie Da III]
We on the block
Always outside, we be posted a lot
We got .30 and better, yeah we movin' hot
Try to spin and we knock off your top
You could go out like Blaze, he ain't get to flock
I know some 'ooters who throw up the roc
And we smokin' Sha Boogie, went out for a bop
We them troopers, yeah we do a lot
We could troop and get close and make sure that he drop
Beam on the glizzy, it don't got no safety, so y'all better get low
And it's fuck all the opps, 'cause I know that they hate me
I'm the one that's gon' put on a show
And Dotty too hot, he shootin' like he KD
If he spot him, you know he gon' throw
We could clear out your block, just wit' me and KG
Let 'em know we ain't playin' no more
Like how many niggas is dead?
Eroy, Boomer, Mali, Ted
Fuck all the opps, yeah I said what I said
I might bend off a bike just to shoot off the pegs
Like, Mali boppin', shakin' my head
Shout out Ray Makk, yeah we smokin' his leg
Nigga got hit, yeah I know he was fed
We was hopin' that he was gon' end up like Ted
Yeah we got them hammers when we bendin' blocks
Ville niggas dissin', niggas need to stop
KG wit' me, totin' 30 in the knock
MB why you tryna be sumn' you not?
Lil' nigga never wanna tell the truth
Go ahead, tell 'em what happened to you
Tell 'em how I caught you comin' from your school, lil' nigga lucky I ain't let it boom
Like, hol' on
[Outro]
Suck my dick
Fuck Mali
Fuck White Savv
Fuck all them dead niggas, they dead
They dead
They never comin' back
THEY NEVER COMIN' BACK
AHHH THEY NEVER COMIN' BACK