[Hook]

Any problem call my shotta shotty poppin' at his head

With my rasta they'll pop ya leave you dead for that bread

We got choppas for you oppas only opps we leave em dead

See we creepin through they turf

Head red don't shoot legs

(X2)

[Verse 1:Gooch]

Clap his head with this lead

Stash spot, where he layin

Take em down for his m's

We got clips come get a trim

Ballin hard i need a rim

But my pockets never slim

Wanna rob like who is him

We got hollow shells for them

You him, him and him

In da O' with all my kem

Stacking all these benjamins

Cuz Ben Frank my only friend

Countin bandz i get it in

No new niggas only ten

Toes down all ten

Gang time gotta win

Effen blowin like da wind

Put yo career to a end

Bullet holes through his chin

Pop a xan forget my sins

[Hook]

[Verse:2 Ocho]

I got my Glock boy run up then i do ya

Ocho stay so fly that's why i'm feelin supa

Yo bitch she love Ocho she blow me like a tuba

Call Lil Gooch up he coming with the ruger

We OBMG you know we keep them Glocks

Niggas claim they out here but ain't on they blocks

Everybody and they momma know how O'Block rocks

You talk crazy you get shot watch yo body drop

I'm smoking tooka with yo bitch and she gimmie gimmie top

Bitch we posted out here and we got them mops mops

Call Boo-Man from the WIIC and he'll get you drop

Niggas claim they with the shits man you niggas cops

Pull up on you make you diddy-bop

Run up on him with the Glock

Head shot he in a box

[Gooch]

Young boys bout that cash

In the trap count hunnids in the stash

Try to rob put Zoe on ya ass

Strip club bet hoes shaking ass

I got o's bet the hoes get to flash (?)

Hell naw you can't touch my bandz

I got Jackson's in my bandz

No my squad do not dance

And i got Jackson's in my pocket

With Ben Franklin in my wallet

Try to rob Lil Goochie stop

I got shottas known for popping

Banana clips it got him hopping

40 auto ain't no stopping

If she with us then she topping

On the O' got every topping

Why you think they always shopping

We got dope that have you boppin boy

Ocho just be tweaking

He mad EE for no reason

Free King Von that boy a demon

Off the sleepy leave you dreamin

Leave yo people under sea man

Ridin' town and we scheming

Hunna rounds what we squeezin

I see what they don't be seeing

They fake what i'm really being

They talk i just be agreein

I'm hearing but not believen'

My boys we are straight heatin

We hungry take what you eating

You know me I am a leader

I'm winning far from a cheater

She rob me i gotta beat her

I sip codeine out the liter

I just be high off the meter

[Ocho]

Boy it's Ocho from the WIIC

I got these bitches on my line they on my dick

Gone throwing bullets like Michael Vick

Yo man get in the way then that's a pick

These niggas acting crazy they ain't sick

Head shot left him on his fucking shit

A tutu xan and the lean it got me litt

My niggas they some dogs like some fucking pimps

OBMG bitch we with the shits niggas

Ride past the WIIC we gon' flip you whip nigga

Boy don't ride down the strip nigga

Catch a nigga fry his ass like some shrimp nigga

O'Block that's the gang

Me and Goochie shooting brains and my niggas wild insane

[Gooch]

So don't get yo ass changed

Cause all we know is bang

We will slide on yo block and let them 40 cals rain

And leave you on the grass

Cause we drop shit like a pac

Aye, and we can not give a pass

Don't end up with yo head by your shoes

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