[Intro]
(Ayo Babs, fuck them bitches up)
(1Hundro did it again)
[Verse 1: Jae100]
Every nigga that you see me with, they gon' blow
Faceshot on that side, he a ghost now
He was just here, now he not, where he go
Broad day, nigga died, he got hit all in his throat
You ain't gettin' back, niggas know that ain't nothin'
Glizzy automatic, in the back, it got a button
You know there ain't no runnin' from this shit, there ain't no runnin'
Oh, you runnin' from this shit, comin' out to his stomach
You ain't up the score on us, shit why you fraudin'?
You know you just a rat, you ain't never hop out cuttin'
Bro ain't shootin' threes, it get close, and he dunkin'
Oh, they both died on the drill, that's a double (that's a double)
[Verse 2: Mere Pablo]
Yeah, we get that lo, and then we drop it off
Influence on top of bottles, then we knock it off
You ain't get back for ya guys, nigga knock it off
Ya brother died, that's his fault, he shouldn't've got involved
I'm with a bunch of real steppas, and some head busters
He was talkin' real hot til that lead touched 'em
He ain't get to duck, he ain't see that flame comin'
Brodie wake up every day tryna bang somethin'
It's a lot of dead opps, and some more strands
Come thru, blow ya block up like it's propane
That Glizzy sound like Rihanna when that switch sing
Them boys still ain't get back for that one thing
(Ayo Babs, fuck them bitches up)
(1Hundro did it again)
[Verse 1: Jae100]
Every nigga that you see me with, they gon' blow
Faceshot on that side, he a ghost now
He was just here, now he not, where he go
Broad day, nigga died, he got hit all in his throat
You ain't gettin' back, niggas know that ain't nothin'
Glizzy automatic, in the back, it got a button
You know there ain't no runnin' from this shit, there ain't no runnin'
Oh, you runnin' from this shit, comin' out to his stomach
You ain't up the score on us, shit why you fraudin'?
You know you just a rat, you ain't never hop out cuttin'
Bro ain't shootin' threes, it get close, and he dunkin'
Oh, they both died on the drill, that's a double (that's a double)
[Verse 2: Mere Pablo]
Yeah, we get that lo, and then we drop it off
Influence on top of bottles, then we knock it off
You ain't get back for ya guys, nigga knock it off
Ya brother died, that's his fault, he shouldn't've got involved
I'm with a bunch of real steppas, and some head busters
He was talkin' real hot til that lead touched 'em
He ain't get to duck, he ain't see that flame comin'
Brodie wake up every day tryna bang somethin'
It's a lot of dead opps, and some more strands
Come thru, blow ya block up like it's propane
That Glizzy sound like Rihanna when that switch sing
Them boys still ain't get back for that one thing
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