On Hots Yus Gz

[Intro]
(Yoshi)
Grrah, like
Grrah (Grrah, grrah)
Every opp shot
(Yozora)
Like, grrah (Grrah, grrah)
Everything dead (Like)
Grrah, like (Bow, bow)
Every opp shot, like
Grrah, like
EverythingK (Smokin' all deads)
Grrah, grrah
DOAK (New opp)
Grrah, grrah
Smokin' all deads (Everybody shot)
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah (Bow, bow)

[Chorus]
Grrah, grrah
Spin through the Sev, and I ain't tryna box (Tryna what?)
Tryna what? These ain't regular shots (Grrah)
They be like, "Yus, cool", bitch, I'm on hots (On hots)
Like, okay, bitches settin' the drop (Tryna what?)
.357, been poppin' a lot
H-Hop out gang, but he died with his chop
Bitch, we them 'ooters, all we do is pop
Like, free Flock, get him shot
Send a kite, roll that boy in his spot
Boy in PC talkin' silly with no knock
With the deuce I go ku, I be itchin' to flock
AB, my muddy, for him do a lot (Do a lot)
Brodie gon' pour up muddy, movin' wock
Choppin' 'еm, pop out the dark, I'ma pop
Bro up the Glock, tryna knock off a top