[Chorus: Calvary Kylan]
Roll him up, we smoking dead opps
You ever seen a red dot?
Get close up on him, headshot
Plus one then we sped off
Bet this chopper knock his legs off
Stalk at his job until he call off
I'm posted with a sawed-off
We put switches on them glizzy, hit it once and knock 'em all off
You ever seen a red dot?
Get close up on him, headshot
Plus one and then we sped off
Bet this chopper knock his legs off
Stalk at his job until he call off
I'm posted with a sawed-off
We put switches on them glizzy, hit it once and knock 'em all off
[Verse 1: Calvary Kylan]
Gang them out, they top for real
We spin, you get shot or killed
You reach for my neck and that's a bet, you gon' get popped for real
I throw up my set, I know you bitches can't step 'cross the hill
This the life we fucking live, a quarterback up in that field
Young nigga fifteen with a stick on me
I'll do a walk-through like rich homie
Rich as fuck, ain't worried about a bitch, homie
Oh, the dude mad, we put the stick on him
And his bitch, mad too put the dick on her
Told 9 stop, he just keep blowing
Told blo stop, he just keep pouring
If it's a problem, we address it
Got his pin straight through a message
Take out his heart like he know Kevin
I skip twelve and stayed eleven
You weren't thuggin' on that block, so bitch, just tell me how you stepping
Free my brother out that box, like tell them bitches free Lil 7
Roll him up, we smoking dead opps
You ever seen a red dot?
Get close up on him, headshot
Plus one then we sped off
Bet this chopper knock his legs off
Stalk at his job until he call off
I'm posted with a sawed-off
We put switches on them glizzy, hit it once and knock 'em all off
You ever seen a red dot?
Get close up on him, headshot
Plus one and then we sped off
Bet this chopper knock his legs off
Stalk at his job until he call off
I'm posted with a sawed-off
We put switches on them glizzy, hit it once and knock 'em all off
[Verse 1: Calvary Kylan]
Gang them out, they top for real
We spin, you get shot or killed
You reach for my neck and that's a bet, you gon' get popped for real
I throw up my set, I know you bitches can't step 'cross the hill
This the life we fucking live, a quarterback up in that field
Young nigga fifteen with a stick on me
I'll do a walk-through like rich homie
Rich as fuck, ain't worried about a bitch, homie
Oh, the dude mad, we put the stick on him
And his bitch, mad too put the dick on her
Told 9 stop, he just keep blowing
Told blo stop, he just keep pouring
If it's a problem, we address it
Got his pin straight through a message
Take out his heart like he know Kevin
I skip twelve and stayed eleven
You weren't thuggin' on that block, so bitch, just tell me how you stepping
Free my brother out that box, like tell them bitches free Lil 7
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