[Intro: Say Drilly]
Like, AJ
Like, AJ
Gang, gang, gang gang
[Verse 1: Say Drilly]
I never got touched by no opp, that's a cap (At all)
I ride with my chop and my hood on my back (Grrah)
Bitch I'm a Drilly, pull up in all black (Like, what?)
98 demons killin’ every Makk, like, hold on (Gang, gang)
Tell them niggas don't lack, the first one you catch you put him in a pack (Like what?)
Take 5 steps back, cause this .40 got kick ya heard when I attack
We catch an opp, told bro move cautious (We beat them)
We just gon’ beat him, leave the nigga nauseous (We beat them)
We just gon’ pull up, show them how we force shit
Big .45 nigga I won’t toss it (Like, what?)
On his block, watch him cop it and forfeit
We just gon’ bеat him, control him like Norbit
Everything dead, whеn we see them they all hit
Runnin’ in school, put his face in the toilet
But I’m done with the games
I catch a hunter, turn him into chains
I got a baddie and she trick the flame
She gon’ keep dumpin’ till he on a frame
Rest in piss Rippy, ashin’ on this chain
Rest in piss Nazzy, smokin’ on his brains
These niggas, they were pussy and they lame
Word to my deads, they never did a thing
Graah, it’s a difference from us and the opps
They them niggas who dyin’ with chops
We was the niggas who spin through that block
He got hit with the V and got boomed with the chop
R.I.P. AJ, Juju will never stop
My temper tickin’ somethin’ like a clock
I saw a Crippy, then his body drop
I tried to beat him, he already shot
Ayo OJ, what’s the vibes
Me and LA tryna blitz on the 5
All blue, in disguise
He ain’t gon’ learn till his mom in the sky
Ayo OJ, what’s the vibes
Me and LA tryna blitz on the 5
All blue, in disguise
He ain’t gon’ learn till his mom in the sky
Graah graah graah graah-grrah boom
Like what? Like what? Like what?
[Verse 2: Ewuu]
Graah, like
Gang, Dummy Gang
I know an opp who got left with his knock
Nas EBK, go get back for your block
You just dick ridin’ on a flat flat
How you gon’ change the switch up on your block
We just beat a nigga till he die
Smokin’ C-Hii, this shit got me fried
We just beat a nigga till he die
Smokin’ C-Hii, this shit got me fried
Graah, free Lee
That’s my money like we been on the opps for a week
Pass bro chop, know bro gon’ tweak
Don’t got chop, he get beat
Like Rip got shot, he dead
Like Nazzy got shot in his head
Can’t cuff that bitch, she a leg
Speak on the guys, we gon’ put him to bed
All these Sev niggas think y’all tough
Look at Nazzy, y’all ain’t help him up
Faceshot gang, left y’all niggas stuck
Can’t lack, got the heater tucked
Ayo Say, everything dead
Smoke Rips, smoke Blay
Bet we slide where they stay
Fuck 3rdside, take a trip to the Rey