[Intro]
(If it ain't produced by Jay, I don't wanna fuckin' hear it)
[Chorus]
Put the gun to the Makk, put the gun to his head
Take a trip to they block if they dissin' my deads (Grrah, grrah)
Hollow tips hit 'em, fill 'em up with lead
How the fuck you a stomper? You don't even step
Yo, Mizzy, who that lackin' by the steps?
He talkin' on Josh, throw a shot at his neck (Grrah, grrah)
48 'em, I threw up Jet in they 'jects
Don't go out like Poppa, get shot in your chest (Poppa)
[Verse]
Tryna spin through my block, they think that I'm loafin'
Like, die F's, niggas thought I was jokin'
I'm a top opp, like, don't ask who I'm smokin'
Like, don't ask 'bout the gun that I'm totin' (Grrah, grrah)
And don't pass the Freshy if it's floatin'
I catch an F to the Sev, then I'm throwin' (Freshy)
If I catch an F to thе Sev (Freshy), then I'm—
Know an opp that did bad, nigga ran with his gun
Hе tried to get with me, so I made him run (Grrah, grrah)
It's so many dead niggas in this blunt
Rundown Ballas, we do what we want
Take a trip to they side, they ain't outside
Opps talkin' hot on the net, but go hide (Ah)
Niggas be fried, Mdotty died (Ah)
Poppa got shot, y'all wish he was alive (Ah)
I'ma hop out the V with the G like, "Surprise"
Lookin' for Banga when I spin the 5
Catch me a 4, four shots hit his mind
BJ my brother, you know that's my slime (Grrah, grrah)
Juneski B, that's my brother, know that he gon' slide
Spin two deep, .45 and a .9 (Grrah, grrah)
Don't lack in your P's and get in your spine (Grrah, grrah)
Don't get shot in your back for dissin' one of mine
Get shot in your head for talkin' on the guys
Just know that I'm comin' for yours
Since I was fourteen, I was droppin' the 4s
Mizzy my brother, he kickin' them doors (Grrah, grrah)
Carti got beat, he got left on the floor
Give me them kicks, nigga, you ain't on court (Ah)
Talkin' on Josh, but, nigga, you soft (Ah)
Like, when did you ever put on? (Like, when you put on?)
Got multiple scenes, wanna see me perform?
Like, light up they block like a torch (Grrah, grrah, boom)
And for BJ and Tino, you know I'ma score
And for Josh, I'm riskin' it all (Word to bro)
I was locked down when I got that call
Like, came home, now I wanna ball (Ah)
I'm tryna catch that nigga by the store
Put the gun to his chest, nigga, give me it all (Bitch, gimme that shit)
Like, I'm movin' sleeze
Like, bitch, I'm MB (Ewok)
Twistin' my fingers when I'm in they P's (E—)
If he jackin' G6, we put him right to sleep (Like, Ewok)
I can't wait 'til you run into me
If I don't got the gun, then I'm makin' him bleed
He get poked with the scalp, then I breeze
Ballin' on court like my name is KD (Grrah, grrah)
Like, I got 35 in my jeans
Ballin' for T, my nigga was a tweak
And no, we ain't droppin' no beef
I walk in the spot and I'm droppin' the Gz (Die Gz)
After 8Oh, we gon' spin through BD
And after the Roe, we out to Double G
And after the Roe, we out to Double G
Now I'm makin' it hot
Jay Shooter got punched and took it on the hop
Spazz too, like, y'all need to stop
We causin' wreck if y'all talkin' on Josh (Stop talkin' on bro)
Now I'm makin' it hot
Jay Shooter got punched and took it on the hop (Dummy)
Spazz too, like, y'all need to stop (Ah-hah)
We causin' wreck if y'all talkin' on Josh (Ah)
They don't know what I'm on, I keep 'em guessin'
G2C, that's my favorite weapon
I'm tryna send a nigga to his—
Like, I'm tryna spin through that block (Grrah, grrah, boom), leave a message
BronxdaleK, we could never dead it
Boys grab me up, I won't answer questions
Boys grab me up (I ain't tellin' shit), I won't answer—
[Chorus]
Put the gun to the Makk, put the gun to his head
Take a trip to they block if they dissin' my deads (Grrah, grrah)
Hollow tips hit 'em (Grrah, grrah), fill 'em up with lead (Grrah, grrah)
How the fuck you a stomper? You don't even step (Ah)
Yo, Mizzy, who that lackin' by the steps? (Who that?)
He talkin' on Josh, throw a shot at his neck (Grrah)
48 'em, I threw up Jet in they 'jects (Grrah)
Don't go out like Poppa (Die Sev), get shot in your chest