[Intro: Kenzo Balla]
Ah (Damn, Jxny, you did this?)
Like, what?
Every opp shot
Ah
[Verse: Kenzo Balla & Rayy Balla]
He tried to 48 a 48 'til the bros got the lo' and flocked him in his face (Flocked him in his face)
Go get him gang, we knocked him outta pace, couple shots to his body got him losin' weight (Got him losin' weight)
Tried to 48 the 48, we the real get-backers, like, no, we don't play (Ah)
Car crash, he wrecked it by the jakes, he got beat with the blick just for thinkin' they safe (Ah, ah)
XD take him out on a date, nigga, everything dead, it ain't nobody safe (Nigga, nobody safe)
Tryna step in the field, but ain't tie up his— (Ain't tie up his lace)
I'ma flock up the scene, give a fuck 'bout the jakes (Ah)
Almost left him on First 48 (First 40 what?)
I call the shots while I'm sippin' on drank (Sippin' on drank)
Ride for my brothers, they doin' the same (They doin' the same)
Once we get the drop, we send shots out the ring (Grrah, grrah)
Big knocker on me or a pocket rocket, once I get to flockin', everybody droppin' (Everybody droppin')
Up it, release it, hit him in his noggin, gotta make it count, no, missin' not an option (Missin' not an option)
So many knockers, bitch, I got some options, Kenzo start to shootin', now they trendin' topic (Grrah)
He tried to box, I upped it, got to flockin', once I seen him drop, I crossed him off the opp list (Grrah)
I'm on the hunt for niggas bunny hoppin', smokin' on some 'Lila, got me Dummy Boppin' (Got me Dummy Boppin')
Me and Rayy back-to-back with different knockers tryna kill a Drilly, leave his body rottin' (Leave his body rottin')
Smokin' on Lotti, mix it with the AJ, once I spot a Gz, I'm lockin' on my target (AJ)
Hoodie on, feelin' like I'm boogey walkin' through they hood, I'm tryna knock me off an artist
Oh, they think that that back door open? We kill an opp and his eyes wide open (His eyes wide open)
Backed out, like, what? Why you loafin'? Pop up ready like bread in the toaster (Grrah)
It's a lot of dead opps that I'm smokin', GPop, Fries, Country potent (They potent)
Get up on him like, "Boy, where you goin'?" Nigga caught every shot, he was out in the open (He was out in the open)
Stay with G, yeah, that give me some closure (Give me some closure)
Give me six feet or I'll shoot if you closer (Shoot if you closer)
Hop out, run down, get closer (Like, what?)
Switch on the Glock, that bitch sound like a motor (Ah)
In the section, the thirty stick pokin' (The thirty stick pokin')
Opps in the spot, then we gon' get to blowin' (I'ma get to blowin')
He went out like Tidda was a loafer, that's how that nigga got put on a poster (Ah)
Up my chop, don't got time for the politickin', 'cause don't nobody talk when the chopper spin
Got no time for the pain, now I'm politician (Like, what?)
Watch his body decay when he feel the Smith & (Ah)
Niggas 8th to the Gates, now they mama missin' (Like, what?)
Got them cryin' and wonderin' can they fix him
Had them runnin' and trippin' when we was clickin'
Couple shots to his body, he full of twitchin' (Grrah, grrah)
Get back gang, we complete the mission (Get back gang)
When I dump, I won't miss, bitch, I'm optimistic (Like, what? Like, what?)
Got his big brother packed, now he reminiscin'
Had the scene lookin' bloody and all horrific (Ah)
Me and my niggas, we handle business (We do)
If it's started, then, yeah, we gon' get it finished (Like, what?)
Double back, yeah, we don't leave no witness (Like, what?)
If the scene lookin' sloppy, they know who did it (Ah)
Up from the hip, I got PTSD (I got PTSD)
I got a habit of flockin' at V's (I'm flockin' at V's)
I got a habit of droppin' the Gz
Take the bros on a chase, we ain't stoppin' for D's
I got a habit of spinnin' through P's (I do)
I got a habit of uppin' to squeeze (Like, what?)
I got a habit of having a habit of throwin' up MB, 'cause, bitch, I'm a Sleeze (Ewok)
If it's up, then it's stuck, we ain't coppin' no pleas (We ain't coppin' no pleas)
Me and Rayy Makk-to-Makk tryna see somethin' bleed (Tryna see somethin' bleed)
Saw an opp in a truck, he tryna [?]
He thought he was a demon 'til we got him sleep (Ah)
He tried runnin', bro clicked up on him, I ain't peep (Like, what?)
They keep dissin', but they ain't gon' link (They ain't)
They keep dyin', like, why they won't peep? (Why they won't?)
And they keep hidin' when it's time to meet (Like, ah)
Parked up tryna knock a nigga off his feet, let it flock out the corner, they ain't cross the street (They ain't cross the street)
Shoot it from deep or hop up out the V, if that boy try to run, put the beam on his bean (Ah)
Ah (Damn, Jxny, you did this?)
Like, what?
Every opp shot
Ah
[Verse: Kenzo Balla & Rayy Balla]
He tried to 48 a 48 'til the bros got the lo' and flocked him in his face (Flocked him in his face)
Go get him gang, we knocked him outta pace, couple shots to his body got him losin' weight (Got him losin' weight)
Tried to 48 the 48, we the real get-backers, like, no, we don't play (Ah)
Car crash, he wrecked it by the jakes, he got beat with the blick just for thinkin' they safe (Ah, ah)
XD take him out on a date, nigga, everything dead, it ain't nobody safe (Nigga, nobody safe)
Tryna step in the field, but ain't tie up his— (Ain't tie up his lace)
I'ma flock up the scene, give a fuck 'bout the jakes (Ah)
Almost left him on First 48 (First 40 what?)
I call the shots while I'm sippin' on drank (Sippin' on drank)
Ride for my brothers, they doin' the same (They doin' the same)
Once we get the drop, we send shots out the ring (Grrah, grrah)
Big knocker on me or a pocket rocket, once I get to flockin', everybody droppin' (Everybody droppin')
Up it, release it, hit him in his noggin, gotta make it count, no, missin' not an option (Missin' not an option)
So many knockers, bitch, I got some options, Kenzo start to shootin', now they trendin' topic (Grrah)
He tried to box, I upped it, got to flockin', once I seen him drop, I crossed him off the opp list (Grrah)
I'm on the hunt for niggas bunny hoppin', smokin' on some 'Lila, got me Dummy Boppin' (Got me Dummy Boppin')
Me and Rayy back-to-back with different knockers tryna kill a Drilly, leave his body rottin' (Leave his body rottin')
Smokin' on Lotti, mix it with the AJ, once I spot a Gz, I'm lockin' on my target (AJ)
Hoodie on, feelin' like I'm boogey walkin' through they hood, I'm tryna knock me off an artist
Oh, they think that that back door open? We kill an opp and his eyes wide open (His eyes wide open)
Backed out, like, what? Why you loafin'? Pop up ready like bread in the toaster (Grrah)
It's a lot of dead opps that I'm smokin', GPop, Fries, Country potent (They potent)
Get up on him like, "Boy, where you goin'?" Nigga caught every shot, he was out in the open (He was out in the open)
Stay with G, yeah, that give me some closure (Give me some closure)
Give me six feet or I'll shoot if you closer (Shoot if you closer)
Hop out, run down, get closer (Like, what?)
Switch on the Glock, that bitch sound like a motor (Ah)
In the section, the thirty stick pokin' (The thirty stick pokin')
Opps in the spot, then we gon' get to blowin' (I'ma get to blowin')
He went out like Tidda was a loafer, that's how that nigga got put on a poster (Ah)
Up my chop, don't got time for the politickin', 'cause don't nobody talk when the chopper spin
Got no time for the pain, now I'm politician (Like, what?)
Watch his body decay when he feel the Smith & (Ah)
Niggas 8th to the Gates, now they mama missin' (Like, what?)
Got them cryin' and wonderin' can they fix him
Had them runnin' and trippin' when we was clickin'
Couple shots to his body, he full of twitchin' (Grrah, grrah)
Get back gang, we complete the mission (Get back gang)
When I dump, I won't miss, bitch, I'm optimistic (Like, what? Like, what?)
Got his big brother packed, now he reminiscin'
Had the scene lookin' bloody and all horrific (Ah)
Me and my niggas, we handle business (We do)
If it's started, then, yeah, we gon' get it finished (Like, what?)
Double back, yeah, we don't leave no witness (Like, what?)
If the scene lookin' sloppy, they know who did it (Ah)
Up from the hip, I got PTSD (I got PTSD)
I got a habit of flockin' at V's (I'm flockin' at V's)
I got a habit of droppin' the Gz
Take the bros on a chase, we ain't stoppin' for D's
I got a habit of spinnin' through P's (I do)
I got a habit of uppin' to squeeze (Like, what?)
I got a habit of having a habit of throwin' up MB, 'cause, bitch, I'm a Sleeze (Ewok)
If it's up, then it's stuck, we ain't coppin' no pleas (We ain't coppin' no pleas)
Me and Rayy Makk-to-Makk tryna see somethin' bleed (Tryna see somethin' bleed)
Saw an opp in a truck, he tryna [?]
He thought he was a demon 'til we got him sleep (Ah)
He tried runnin', bro clicked up on him, I ain't peep (Like, what?)
They keep dissin', but they ain't gon' link (They ain't)
They keep dyin', like, why they won't peep? (Why they won't?)
And they keep hidin' when it's time to meet (Like, ah)
Parked up tryna knock a nigga off his feet, let it flock out the corner, they ain't cross the street (They ain't cross the street)
Shoot it from deep or hop up out the V, if that boy try to run, put the beam on his bean (Ah)
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