[Verse 1: EthoSuave]
Out the whip, I start tossin', like
Maneuver that V, get up off him
Flock at the crowd, I show 'em my performance
He too fast on his feet, think I lost him
They ain't get back 'cause they mans not important, like
Did a hit in that fit, I can't post it
Two hands when I click, bitch I'm focused
Tryna play ball, but they horsin'
I think he hit, hit a strike, knock him down like pins
Someone tell-, to get off the bench
Like he got shot, ain't come outside since
They ain't up on no score, them niggas hittin' rim
Like, please tell them niggas stop missin'
On feet, have them niggas get missin'
Still move wit' that heat, posted up in the trenches, like
Oh she do that hip shit
Bitch I hold weight in my hood, Planet Fitness
Like free bro, he won't speak on that sitch
He alive, but that shot to the head he still feelin'
Like red dot, I can't miss it
I'm wit' JB, he do it for his triplets
Tryna get rich, I'm used to takin' risks
Like if it ain't mud in the cup, I won't sip it
[Verse 2: ChrisBands]
Like, job not finished
Got knocks, they do not slide wit' it
So many deads, our opps not winnin'
I won't get involved if it's not my business, like
And if them niggas dissin', then it's gon be non-stop spinnin'
Get poked if the knock stop clickin'
Fuck all the opps, they is not really wit' it
Grah
Hop out the V red beam on the knock, shit look like a laser
We ain't totin' no mace, no tasers
Game time, ballin' like the Blazers
Trailin' they V 'cause brodie tryna blaze 'em
Quickdraw, ain't wait to trace him
Fill him wit' lead 'cause I'm tryna erase him, like
Fast on his feet, he a racer
On that block tryna rip him like paper, like
Niggas don't be the same when in person, they only tough on they socials, like
Fuck all the opps, they hurtin'
Five Gz in the box, T-Mobile
Scope in the grip 'cause Ion' really see well
Why these opp niggas movin' like females?
Go on drills by myself, I don't need help
Nigga died in the whip, shoulda had on his seatbelt
No love to they block, bitch fuck 'em
Bullets fast, how the fuck he gon' duck 'em?
I'm tryna kill him, not stun him
Before we had knocks we was givin' concussions
Talk on the gang it come wit' repercussions
Said you smokin' on who? Nigga buggin', like
We make shit hot like an oven
Shoutout to boy that got hit in his muffin
Clickin' the trigger, 'til the gun jam
Clip full, I shoot wit' one hand
I don't need two to kill 'em, I know one can
Did a flip off a bike, he a stuntman
He say he on court like Trae, so watch how I send eleven at this young man
No passes, you only get one chance
Like, you only get-
Out the whip, I start tossin', like
Maneuver that V, get up off him
Flock at the crowd, I show 'em my performance
He too fast on his feet, think I lost him
They ain't get back 'cause they mans not important, like
Did a hit in that fit, I can't post it
Two hands when I click, bitch I'm focused
Tryna play ball, but they horsin'
I think he hit, hit a strike, knock him down like pins
Someone tell-, to get off the bench
Like he got shot, ain't come outside since
They ain't up on no score, them niggas hittin' rim
Like, please tell them niggas stop missin'
On feet, have them niggas get missin'
Still move wit' that heat, posted up in the trenches, like
Oh she do that hip shit
Bitch I hold weight in my hood, Planet Fitness
Like free bro, he won't speak on that sitch
He alive, but that shot to the head he still feelin'
Like red dot, I can't miss it
I'm wit' JB, he do it for his triplets
Tryna get rich, I'm used to takin' risks
Like if it ain't mud in the cup, I won't sip it
[Verse 2: ChrisBands]
Like, job not finished
Got knocks, they do not slide wit' it
So many deads, our opps not winnin'
I won't get involved if it's not my business, like
And if them niggas dissin', then it's gon be non-stop spinnin'
Get poked if the knock stop clickin'
Fuck all the opps, they is not really wit' it
Grah
Hop out the V red beam on the knock, shit look like a laser
We ain't totin' no mace, no tasers
Game time, ballin' like the Blazers
Trailin' they V 'cause brodie tryna blaze 'em
Quickdraw, ain't wait to trace him
Fill him wit' lead 'cause I'm tryna erase him, like
Fast on his feet, he a racer
On that block tryna rip him like paper, like
Niggas don't be the same when in person, they only tough on they socials, like
Fuck all the opps, they hurtin'
Five Gz in the box, T-Mobile
Scope in the grip 'cause Ion' really see well
Why these opp niggas movin' like females?
Go on drills by myself, I don't need help
Nigga died in the whip, shoulda had on his seatbelt
No love to they block, bitch fuck 'em
Bullets fast, how the fuck he gon' duck 'em?
I'm tryna kill him, not stun him
Before we had knocks we was givin' concussions
Talk on the gang it come wit' repercussions
Said you smokin' on who? Nigga buggin', like
We make shit hot like an oven
Shoutout to boy that got hit in his muffin
Clickin' the trigger, 'til the gun jam
Clip full, I shoot wit' one hand
I don't need two to kill 'em, I know one can
Did a flip off a bike, he a stuntman
He say he on court like Trae, so watch how I send eleven at this young man
No passes, you only get one chance
Like, you only get-
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