[Chorus: Edai]
Leave you six feet deep in a casket
Don't run 'cause I'm gon' score the basket
They run, they run, they run, they run
I throw more bullets then Madden
How many opps got they ass whipped
We spin on the opps. no relaxing
They run, they run, they run, they run
Your mans been dead, stop cappin'
Leave you six feet deep in a casket
Don't run 'cause I'm gon' score the basket
They run, they run, they run, they run
I throw more bullets then Madden
How many opps got they ass whipped
Wе spin on the opps. no relaxing
They run, thеy run, they run, they run
Your mans been dead, stop cappin'

[Verse: Dthang]
And most of these niggas be ass, and they block ain't be on shit
How can ya'll spin?
Got a gun wit' no clip
I told T-Dot to aim for his facial
She like, "Dthang, why the whole world hate you," like
Tell Yus Gz, he might r*** you, like
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
I told my niggas we gon' take that trip
Two poles, and a fully loaded clip
I told [?] to bend through
Who did ya'll touch, For Woo we trust
We gon' keep it simple
Throw up a O, we aim for his temple
Niggas fold when they change like the weather
.380, leave 'em light like a feather
I told Lotti wit' the perc's and the metal
Free all the guys, man, I told them get their head up
Shoot through the coat or the sweater, do the dash
120, tell 'em "catch up," like
I told T-Dot to stretch that nigga, better catch that nigga
Shoot from neck up nigga, like
Four poles, RPT in the Prada
They playin' the opps, so [?], I feel sorry
Shorty a thot, she hot like peppers
Throw up the G'z and her pussy get wetter
She know I'ma dog
Like what, like what, like what, huh
Dthang Shepherd
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