[Intro: Pj Glizzy & Lefty Goon]
OG fuckin' E, nigga
Everything dead
Gang, gang, gang
Every opp shot
Grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah
(Bro, what are you talking about? Sayiah made this beat)
Grrah, grrah
Gang, gang, gang
Grrah, grrah
[Verse 1: Lefty Goon]
Brodie, blitz through the front, I'ma blitz through the back (Grrah, grrah)
We them demons that's quick to attack
If you shoot on that block, then you know that's your ass (You dead)
Can't forget who got shot in his back
Keep dissin' my brothers, better have your strap (Baow, baow)
Man down, leave his brains in a cab
Catch your bitch, she get hit with a jab
Spin through the fifth tryna catch me a Makk
[Verse 2: BDot Goon]
Yo, Lefty, we gon spin through the 8 cruisin' like, "Where lil' Nesty?"
Catch him lackin', do him like his bestie
Brodie with me and this shit could get heavy (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Three deep like Ed, Edd and Eddy (Grrah, grrah)
Thottie wan' rump, tell her she not ready (Grrah, grrah)
We get jiggy, it get messy
Smokin' that boy that got poked in his belly (Grrah, grrah)
[Verse 3: Jay Avianne & Pj Glizzy]
She want me to eat it, but I'm tryna beat up the box (Beat up the box)
Shorty decent and leave with the top (Grrah, grrah)
OYOG, everybody shot (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Yo— shh, the front like I ain't beat the twat (Like I ain't beat the twat)
You should've just gave me the mop (Gave me the mop)
Bitch, I'm from Courtlandt, don't care bout your block (Don't care 'bout your block)
Call up PJ, we makin' it hot
Cruisin' in the V on everybody block (Ah)
[Verse 4: Pj Glizzy]
Ain't no politickin', we gon' blick 'em
I got thirty on me, I ain't missin'
Young-mind niggas, we came from the trenches
Every rider we seen, we got missin'
Yus Gz, you a bitch
When you see me, you really better up that Smith & (On gang)
Spin the T's, let it rip
I bet Dotty gon' click it, Reemo end up missin' (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
[Verse 5: Sugarhill Keem & Sha EK]
Oh, that's a thot, so I beat on her box
And, no, we ain't cuffin' thots
I love my niggas, everybody shot
Fuck Dougie, we smokin' his pops
I don't wanna fuck, just give me the top
Grrah, a.k.a. Move Look
Y'all niggas know the vibes, smokin' all deads (Gang, gang, gang, grrah, grrah)
[Verse 6: Sha EK]
Set Da Trend, you was just on my dick
And niggas heard that you ran on JayRip (Rippy)
How the fuck you ain't die with your muddy?
Spin through the Sev, do him like he Dummy
Die Gz, die 5s, die 8
Blockwork a bitch, niggas made him a plate
On my O, every block that I touch, I be great
And it's fuck that Lil Kevvy, we screamin', "Free the ape"
[Verse 7: Wockhardt & Sha EK]
Shoot a movie, this shit gettin' graphic, like (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Red beam hit his top, do a backflip, ayy (Gang, gang, gang)
I be steamin' on the Lotti, won't pass it, like
Spin the 4s, catch an opp, shit tragic, ayy
I be smokin' on the niggas that they can't get back
Spin both ways tryna figure where they at
Chase down gang, nigga better run fast
2Woo pack, yeah, I'm smokin' on gas (Grrah, grrah, boom)
[Verse 8: CJ Goon]
I'm back and I'm better, just want you to listen
Why the fuck is all these niggas dissin'?
Smokin' on Lotti, but Rah Rah hit different
Grip her ass while she holdin' the Smith &
Me and Top, we like Jordan and Pippen
Get to clickin' while they get to trippin'
Still smokin' on boy that was slippin'
I'm a renegade goon, I don't listen (Grrah, grrah)
[Outro]
Brodie, blitz through the front, I'ma blitz through the back (Grrah, grrah)
We them demons that's quick to attack
If you shoot on that block, then you know that's your ass (You dead)
Can't forget who got shot in his back
Yo, Lefty, we gon spin through the 8 cruisin' like, "Where lil' Nesty?"
Catch him lackin', do him like his bestie
Brodie with me and this shit could get heavy
She want me to eat it, but I'm tryna beat up the box (Beat up the box)
Shorty decent and leave with the top (Grrah, grrah)
OYOG, everybody shot (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Yo— shh, the front like I ain't beat the twat (Ah)
Ain't no politickin', we gon' blick 'em
I got thirty on me, I ain't missin'
Young-mind niggas, we came from the trenches
Every rider we seen, we got missin'
Oh, that's a thot, so I beat on her box
And, no, we ain't cuffin' thots
I love my niggas, everybody shot
Fuck Dougie, we smokin' his pops
Set Da Trend, you was just on my dick
And niggas heard that you ran on JayRip (Rippy)
How the fuck you ain't die with your muddy?
Spin through the Sev, do him like he Dummy
Shoot a movie, this shit gettin' graphic, like
Red beam hit his top, do a backflip, ayy
I be steamin' on the Lotti, won't pass it, like
Spin the 4s, catch an opp, shit tragic, ayy
I'm back and I'm better, just want you to listen
Why the fuck is all these niggas dissin'?
Smokin' on Lotti, but Rah Rah hit different
Grip her ass while she holdin' the Smith &