DEAD LOCCS PT2 Yus Gz

[Intro: Yus Gz & James Brown]
Grrah, like (Every opp shot), grrah-grrah
Grrah, like, grrah-grrah (Everything dead)
Grrah, like (Baow-baow), smokin' all deads
(Like, like) Baow-baow
What you need, what-what you need (Still the face of the—)
Grrah
I got what you need (Grrah), what-what you need (Like, baow, baow)
Every opp shot
What you need (Like), what-what you need (Smokin’ all deads) Baow
I got what you need (Baow)
What you need, what-what you need (Like)
(Ayo, Flexx, turn that shit up)
Baow-baow

[Chorus]
Thro-Throw up a shh, and he gon' meet his death (Like, what?)
Triple bullets gon' beat on his chest (Beat on his—)
Fac-Face of the Bronx, I’ma geek when I'm next (When I'm next)
Like, better get out the way when I step (When I step)
Whi-Whip too fast, I could dip on a Lex (Grrah)
Shе got the drop, put the beam to his chеst (Beam on his chest)
Spin in them tints and I'm lookin' for rec' (Like, what?)
Brodie a tweak, catch a shot to the neck (Shot to the—)
Word to bro, I'm the best and they vexed (And they what?)
I'm wit’ Scottie2Hottie, you better respect (Scottie too hot)
Throw up the Gz, I’m wit' AB Da Jet (AB Da Jet)
We-We them ooters, all we do is step (We step)
Don’t try to run and get beat wit' a left (Grrah, grrah)
Charlie, Blay, Zully, X (And they dead)
Shoutout Noah, he got beat out his flesh
Mezzy, Diddy, Bobby, Texted (What?)