Big Drum 917 Rackz, Yus Gz & Blaccanese (Ft. Blaccanese & Yus Gz)

[Intro: Blaccanese, Yus Gz & 917 Rackz]
Gang
Grrah, like, Rackz, like
Rackz, rackz, rackz (Baow-baow-baow)
Get back gang (Every opp shot, still the face of the—, grrah)

[Verse 1: Blaccanese]
It's me, Yus and Rackz, like
Got the Gz and the Primes in the back
How we hidin'? They know where we at
Dissin' on the guys, get turned to a pack (Grrt, baow)
Farewell if you spinnin' my block
Wildin', hop out, clickin' on the opps
I'm that nigga, I think they forgot
Thumbin' through hundreds, yeah, I get a lot

[Verse 2: 917 Rackz]
I'm like, "Yus, Blacc, we movin' too hot but we too tact"
I got a few straps, but I know the opps ain't gon' boom back
They just stay watchin' face and watchin' the [?]
Smokin' opps to the face, you know that I'm dumpin'
And the got it so laced, it's fuckin' my lungs up
He be doin' the race, how the fuck he gon' run up?

[Verse 3: Yus Gz]
Like, got a beam on the chop, if he talkin' on bro
Like, spin through, hop out, there he go
If he throw up a O, that's a no
Like, try to run, ain't no where he could go
I got my AR-15, wit' a scope
I'm the face of the Bronx, gotta clutch on a pole
Better up, no Perc', I'ma up it and throw
Chase Down Gang, tried to run, he was slow