Dead Opps, Pt. 2 Pj Glizzy

[Intro]
Ballout, Ballout
Grrah, grrah, grrah, boom
Bdot with me, Jay5 with me (Everything Dead)
.10 with me
Grrah
Grrah-grrah
Grrah (Grrah, grrah), Grrah
Bow, Bow

[Chorus]
With this pain, I'm still takin' these trips (Takin' these trips)
In my ways, I'm still lettin' it rip (Boom, boom)
Walk down, even if he with his bitch (Grrah, grrah)
Smokin' Lotti, may he rest in piss (Gang, gang)
I just spin through, lettin' off like six (Bow, Bow)
Edot, he with me, yeah, I'm with the 'Rips
Tryna put a Gunna on the news
We done chased Jada out his shoes (Out his shoes, look)

[Verse 1]
They keep dissin', they know who legit
Like, how many shots went off and they dipped? (Boom, boom)
I don't save me no money, bitch, I'm smokin' Dummy (Dummy)
Catch a Flocka, bet you it get ugly, like (Grrah-grrah)
And it's still free Squeeze (Free Squeezе)
Mr. Pack-Em-Swipe-'Em-Off-His-Feet (Dead)
I don't need a driver, I still got Jay5 (Jay5)
Wе gon' fire in-and-out the V (Boom, boom)
EK my brother, I swear that there's blood ties
Yeah, we into the field, we too deep (Too Deep)
I got a thottie, she sayin', "It's rump time"
I put one in the head on a link (On a link)
Fuck it, we gon' just blitz on the scene
Lotti, he dead, we still walk on the scene, like
Put some R-I-Ps
Rest in piss to that lil' nigga Beans