[Intro: Dudeylo & Benzo B]
It's Kosfinger, baby
(Grah) Notti Gang
(Notti Gang, nigga)
It's that- yo, it's that Dudeylo, nigga, you heard?
It's that Benzo B, nigga, y'all know how the fuck I'm bummin', nigga
Ayo, Benzo, get that nigga
Grah, grah
[Chorus: Dudeylo]
I'mma tweak on this beat, I'mma fuck it up
I'mma throw, ain't no time for the knuckle up
Lost bro, and that shit made me heartless
Hang out the V with the dot on my target
Smokin' Lee, this shit hittin' the hardest
R.I.P Notti, don't know what they started
Like, beam on the stick, I ain't missin' the opps
They know what I do, Mr. ShotAfterShot
[Verse 1: Dudeylo]
Bullets rip through his back and come out through the front
Franky, [?], that boy in a blunt
[?], get hit by a bus
Told mama "I'm good, I'mma do it for us"
Me and Roscoe
Like, Damo was duckin' his taco
38 dead, I'm smokin' on Poncho
Spin through the Bronx tryna' click on a Vato (Grah)
I dare him to spin, bullets parkin' the whip
Try to run, see how far he gon' get
Curt got hit and I ain't seen him since
Like, how many blocks we done bent?
(Like, how many shots we done sent?)
Smokin' Sha, niggas put him to rest
Catch a 2, send him up to his friend ('Rrah, where you goin'?)
It's Kosfinger, baby
(Grah) Notti Gang
(Notti Gang, nigga)
It's that- yo, it's that Dudeylo, nigga, you heard?
It's that Benzo B, nigga, y'all know how the fuck I'm bummin', nigga
Ayo, Benzo, get that nigga
Grah, grah
[Chorus: Dudeylo]
I'mma tweak on this beat, I'mma fuck it up
I'mma throw, ain't no time for the knuckle up
Lost bro, and that shit made me heartless
Hang out the V with the dot on my target
Smokin' Lee, this shit hittin' the hardest
R.I.P Notti, don't know what they started
Like, beam on the stick, I ain't missin' the opps
They know what I do, Mr. ShotAfterShot
[Verse 1: Dudeylo]
Bullets rip through his back and come out through the front
Franky, [?], that boy in a blunt
[?], get hit by a bus
Told mama "I'm good, I'mma do it for us"
Me and Roscoe
Like, Damo was duckin' his taco
38 dead, I'm smokin' on Poncho
Spin through the Bronx tryna' click on a Vato (Grah)
I dare him to spin, bullets parkin' the whip
Try to run, see how far he gon' get
Curt got hit and I ain't seen him since
Like, how many blocks we done bent?
(Like, how many shots we done sent?)
Smokin' Sha, niggas put him to rest
Catch a 2, send him up to his friend ('Rrah, where you goin'?)
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