[Intro]
(Moneybagmont, you making hits)
[Verse 1: Stoneda5th]
Your mans died, you still ain't slide, guess nobody care
On Ninebark smoking on Daddy, I think I love it here
Wipe your tears, load up that Glock, come and really step
I wonder how you feel, you saw your best friend take his last breath
Fuck 'em, that nigga dead and gone, he got his ass stretched
Caught your man on Dorner Street, left him in Pookaville
We ain't shooting on accident, we aiming for the kill
If it's beef, then it's beef, come and show me it's real
"Damn, web, my homies keep dying," I know that's how y'all really feel
He tried to creep inside a bush, hе thought his ass was safe
Your homie got popped in his facе for screaming out EDK
Mix the Pooka with the [?] fucking up my lungs (Moneybagmont, you making hits)
[Verse 2: R3 Da Chilliman]
Glock 19 with thirty-one, it's by my waist
Free my Crip that's doing life, we smokin' Ace
Fuck a stash, this big-ass chopper by my thigh
.223s for any nigga that's 225
Ain't gotta ask me where I'm from, enemies know I'm a famous Crip
And your brother act tough, catch a case and then go snitch
Your homie'd still be alive if you used your pipe
You watched him get his face took, that's a scary sight
Only two things I chase, that's money and opps
Only two things they heard was AR, pistols, and Glocks
Baby girl was tryna explain to ma dukes that's not his hood
My tiny's in there giving hard fades, free Baby Bug
(Moneybagmont, you making hits)
[Verse 1: Stoneda5th]
Your mans died, you still ain't slide, guess nobody care
On Ninebark smoking on Daddy, I think I love it here
Wipe your tears, load up that Glock, come and really step
I wonder how you feel, you saw your best friend take his last breath
Fuck 'em, that nigga dead and gone, he got his ass stretched
Caught your man on Dorner Street, left him in Pookaville
We ain't shooting on accident, we aiming for the kill
If it's beef, then it's beef, come and show me it's real
"Damn, web, my homies keep dying," I know that's how y'all really feel
He tried to creep inside a bush, hе thought his ass was safe
Your homie got popped in his facе for screaming out EDK
Mix the Pooka with the [?] fucking up my lungs (Moneybagmont, you making hits)
[Verse 2: R3 Da Chilliman]
Glock 19 with thirty-one, it's by my waist
Free my Crip that's doing life, we smokin' Ace
Fuck a stash, this big-ass chopper by my thigh
.223s for any nigga that's 225
Ain't gotta ask me where I'm from, enemies know I'm a famous Crip
And your brother act tough, catch a case and then go snitch
Your homie'd still be alive if you used your pipe
You watched him get his face took, that's a scary sight
Only two things I chase, that's money and opps
Only two things they heard was AR, pistols, and Glocks
Baby girl was tryna explain to ma dukes that's not his hood
My tiny's in there giving hard fades, free Baby Bug
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