Hit them all up with the max and then I double back
Know some shooters off the map and they gon' get your wack
And all you niggas hella slamming,
y'all gon' slam a bag
I'm rolling around 5 deep, SUV is all black
Pulled up in a go-yard bag, cost a couple bands
If my niggas pulling up,
they need a couple hands
And my cruddy roll up backward up in the Benz
I'm tryna drench them,
y'all we spin back and shoot again
I wear my brodie and we tryna make it out
I'm counting rags every day and that's what I'm about
I'm smoking gas every day,
no I can't go without My GGs pull up
on your gang and take them out G40,
pull up on them,
take your * chin
STN at A and I and now it's *
stin' And y'all gon' pull up on my gang,
let's see what you getting You bought a Glocky
with some grains and you still can't aim
Cruddy pull up on that block and then he go insane
Know my cruddy on that block and he's shooting for fame
You see snakes hop out that Jeep and then we blow your brain
I ain't never had no racks and I can't forget where I came
You know when I shoot his flame,
7.62 hit his brain He got hit for what he claim,
I'm from the woods just in the lane
I smoke that niggas every day,
SUV mixed up with the J My favorite op tapped in his face,
I'm sad he died cause I can't claim
If it shine I take his chain,
that swishy B can't get away This Michael Draco selling flames,
I catch it up and take his fame
G40 hit his head,
top right corner and peeled off his brains
I put niggas to bed,
tweaked with me,
that's one way to his grief
I heard he's full to fence,
bit the cheese,
he couldn't handle his kids
I'd rather drill myself but if I send you help,
expect my bricks
You want me dig a batch in every night but I'm digging the brim
You tried to run me,
cheat,
tweaked with the guys,
that's how we dug his grave
Hit them all up with them racks and then I double back
Know some shooters off the map and they go get your wack
And all you niggas hella slamming,
y'all gon' stab my back
I'm rolling around 5 deep,
SUV is all black Put up in a go-yard bag,
cost a couple bands
If my niggas pulling up,
they need a couple hands And my cruddy roll up back,
what up in the bands
I'm tryna drench him,
y'all we spin back and shoot again