[Intro: LA]
Y'all know my body, nigga
Like every
Baow
Baow, baow, baow
Like, LA spot 'em, got 'em, we
Look


[Verse 1: LA]
When we get to that block, you gon creep through the left
Im'a look at the east, you gon shoot at the west
Im'a dump at they friends, you gon dump at the rest (Baow, baow, baow)
And I bet he end up in a bed (Like what, like what)
Don't play, Nay Benz
Cause word to my mother, this party gon end (On bro, on bro)
Don't lack by that store (Like what), cause word to my mother, I make it a trend (Baow, baow, baow)
We gon creep the door
Rule number one, just get on thе floor (On bro)
Rule number two, you do not ignore (Likе what)
And rule number three, I think I need more (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Nazzy got hit, brains on the floor (Nazzy)
Noah got stomped, I think he need more (Noah)
Notti got poked, I think I need more (Edot)
I bet it was a joke, I think he was bored (He dead)
Like, this shit bout to get me upset (On bro)
They keep mentioning shit I don't get (Like what)
They keep mentioning shit like my deads (They dead)
They keep mentioning shit they don't do (On bro)
Like, this shit bout to get me upset (Like what)
They keep mentioning shit I don't get (Like how)
They keep mentioning shit like my deads (On bro)
They keep mentioning shit they don't do (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
We gon get to that block, hop out and flame em
Get to that block, hop out and bang em
Gotta shoot to that Glock, he cannot change us
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