[Intro: Yagi B]
Gltt, tip toe, grah, look
I got some shit that'll knock down a—
Gltt, look
[Chorus: Yagi B]
Tip toe through the opp block
I got some shit that'll knock down a top opp, grah
No more lackin' in the cab, bullets hit the glass
Do a nigga like he Rah Rah
Talk too much, then a nigga get sidelined
FrontstreetK, bitch, I'm dumping for my guys
Need a V and G, and I'm on it
He got shot in the night, but he died in the morning
Spin through that block, call it touring
They don't slide for they deads, they ignore it
When did you ever put on?
Don't understand why my name in your song
Like, I really get niggas gone
Hop out that cut and I'm ready to score
Couple of niggas I'm waiting to see
Smile on my face when I'm letting it off
[Verse 1: Yagi B]
Like, I'm the one they wanna be
Why?
Niggas rapping like they me, look
I was looking for a sweep, but
They ain't really want some beef
Don't need a [?], I'll slide on my doley
Four knocks, it's just me and a Rollie
Shoot til he drop, tryna leave that boy floatin'
G24 got me feeling like Kobe, look
No, I'm not clearing up politics
He think he hiding from me, so I slide where his momma live
Let him run, he won’t make it too far
I'm on foot, but these bullets my car
And I made it look good when I starve
And you done when that gun in my palm
Mention me, better mention no Jiggy
Catch one of 'em, and I'll really get busy
Tommy with me, they know how we step
If I push up, he pullin' up with me
Like, niggas get shot in they head
Still wanna diss, them niggas is dizzy
Chase down on 'em til he out of breath
Breakdowns, I just been going through stress
Brand new gun, bitch, I'm ready for wreck
Brand new opps, gotta put 'em to rest
Look, I'm the one causin' the havoc
So why would I go get a vest, bitch?
And I'm aiming for the neck, you better go put a vest on your head
[?] my Glock, got me feeling fucked up
G Pop dead, he got poked by a bum
Flies in the air, 65 gang got me fried over here
Niggas not popped?
Now we popping ‘em up
Oh, he got his knock, then I'm doubling up
Caught a shot to the hand, tryna touch one of us
Really a dog, I ain't cuffin' a mutt
But-But I keep one around for the lineup
Said he DOAK and got fried up
He was looking for me, I'm behind 'em
Black gun got power, Wakanda
Gltt, tip toe, grah, look
I got some shit that'll knock down a—
Gltt, look
[Chorus: Yagi B]
Tip toe through the opp block
I got some shit that'll knock down a top opp, grah
No more lackin' in the cab, bullets hit the glass
Do a nigga like he Rah Rah
Talk too much, then a nigga get sidelined
FrontstreetK, bitch, I'm dumping for my guys
Need a V and G, and I'm on it
He got shot in the night, but he died in the morning
Spin through that block, call it touring
They don't slide for they deads, they ignore it
When did you ever put on?
Don't understand why my name in your song
Like, I really get niggas gone
Hop out that cut and I'm ready to score
Couple of niggas I'm waiting to see
Smile on my face when I'm letting it off
[Verse 1: Yagi B]
Like, I'm the one they wanna be
Why?
Niggas rapping like they me, look
I was looking for a sweep, but
They ain't really want some beef
Don't need a [?], I'll slide on my doley
Four knocks, it's just me and a Rollie
Shoot til he drop, tryna leave that boy floatin'
G24 got me feeling like Kobe, look
No, I'm not clearing up politics
He think he hiding from me, so I slide where his momma live
Let him run, he won’t make it too far
I'm on foot, but these bullets my car
And I made it look good when I starve
And you done when that gun in my palm
Mention me, better mention no Jiggy
Catch one of 'em, and I'll really get busy
Tommy with me, they know how we step
If I push up, he pullin' up with me
Like, niggas get shot in they head
Still wanna diss, them niggas is dizzy
Chase down on 'em til he out of breath
Breakdowns, I just been going through stress
Brand new gun, bitch, I'm ready for wreck
Brand new opps, gotta put 'em to rest
Look, I'm the one causin' the havoc
So why would I go get a vest, bitch?
And I'm aiming for the neck, you better go put a vest on your head
[?] my Glock, got me feeling fucked up
G Pop dead, he got poked by a bum
Flies in the air, 65 gang got me fried over here
Niggas not popped?
Now we popping ‘em up
Oh, he got his knock, then I'm doubling up
Caught a shot to the hand, tryna touch one of us
Really a dog, I ain't cuffin' a mutt
But-But I keep one around for the lineup
Said he DOAK and got fried up
He was looking for me, I'm behind 'em
Black gun got power, Wakanda
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