[Intro: Wooski]
On cheedoe (We don't wanna talk)
Wop, how you know? (We don't wanna fuckin' talk, man)
GetYoShytSplack Gang, bitch (On cheedoe, y'all niggas know how we comin', man)
Huh, all that there (You bitch-ass niggas)
Come on, man, all this goof'-ass shit, man, y'all know how— (These niggas hoes out here, man, I ain't even finna—)
Ayy, Dooski, what's up, broski? (Bitch, we out here gettin' 'nat gang-gang, bitch, you niggas put up)
Gang members only, bitch (On foe 'nem grave, nigga)
On cheedoe (Gang, R.I.P. and free the guys)
Wop
[Chorus: Wooski]
You can't hang where I hang, nigga, we some shooters (We some shooters, shooters)
You better stay up in your lane, nigga, we some shooters (Shooters, shooters)
All my killers really insane, nigga, we some shooters (Shooters)
Fuck you and whatever you claim, nigga, we some shooters (We some shooters)
All we know is bang, nigga, we some shooters (Some shooters)
Turned up in this bitch with the gang, nigga, we some shooters
Won't let this shit get to my brain, nigga, we some shooters (Some shooters)
He on the news, we gave him fame, nigga, we some shooters (Shooters)
[Verse 1: Wooski]
Rest in peace Lieutenant Tooka, all these fuckin' shooters (Shooters, bitch)
We shoot shit like a Dream Team, but no, we not no hoopers (Not no hoopers, huh)
He caught a bullet from that Ruger, now I see right through ya (I see right through ya)
I'm on their ass like Freddy Kreuger, but with that bazooka (With that bazooka)
Don't bring that bitch around the gang if you don't wanna lose her (Don't wanna lose her)
Gettin' to the mula, shipment of dope just came in from Cuba (Came in from Cuba)
Ha, Glocks, Lugers, and Tecs with the coolers (With the coolers)
Haha, it's crackin', you lackin', nigga, what's to you? (BDK)
Wop still finessin', juggin', and jumpin' gates (Jumpin' gates)
Wop Wop come through and whack him if he drop the rakes (Glah)
Get popped, we masked up because no face, no case
These niggas fake and they some snakes, and they be talkin' to the Jakes (Jakes)
We get busy, nigga, why lie? (Why lie?)
King Opp BDK, bitch, die Y (Die Y)
I ain't never, ever, ever did a drive-by (Drive-byin' bitch)
Bail out at you flatline, nigga, bye-bye (Bye-bye)
That seventy-popper spread like Wi-Fi (Wi-Fi)
'Nother opp found dead, don't cry now (Cry now, BDK, bitch)
Now it's back to countin' bread, get it sky high (Sky high)
You don't really want war, nigga, why try?
On cheedoe (We don't wanna talk)
Wop, how you know? (We don't wanna fuckin' talk, man)
GetYoShytSplack Gang, bitch (On cheedoe, y'all niggas know how we comin', man)
Huh, all that there (You bitch-ass niggas)
Come on, man, all this goof'-ass shit, man, y'all know how— (These niggas hoes out here, man, I ain't even finna—)
Ayy, Dooski, what's up, broski? (Bitch, we out here gettin' 'nat gang-gang, bitch, you niggas put up)
Gang members only, bitch (On foe 'nem grave, nigga)
On cheedoe (Gang, R.I.P. and free the guys)
Wop
[Chorus: Wooski]
You can't hang where I hang, nigga, we some shooters (We some shooters, shooters)
You better stay up in your lane, nigga, we some shooters (Shooters, shooters)
All my killers really insane, nigga, we some shooters (Shooters)
Fuck you and whatever you claim, nigga, we some shooters (We some shooters)
All we know is bang, nigga, we some shooters (Some shooters)
Turned up in this bitch with the gang, nigga, we some shooters
Won't let this shit get to my brain, nigga, we some shooters (Some shooters)
He on the news, we gave him fame, nigga, we some shooters (Shooters)
[Verse 1: Wooski]
Rest in peace Lieutenant Tooka, all these fuckin' shooters (Shooters, bitch)
We shoot shit like a Dream Team, but no, we not no hoopers (Not no hoopers, huh)
He caught a bullet from that Ruger, now I see right through ya (I see right through ya)
I'm on their ass like Freddy Kreuger, but with that bazooka (With that bazooka)
Don't bring that bitch around the gang if you don't wanna lose her (Don't wanna lose her)
Gettin' to the mula, shipment of dope just came in from Cuba (Came in from Cuba)
Ha, Glocks, Lugers, and Tecs with the coolers (With the coolers)
Haha, it's crackin', you lackin', nigga, what's to you? (BDK)
Wop still finessin', juggin', and jumpin' gates (Jumpin' gates)
Wop Wop come through and whack him if he drop the rakes (Glah)
Get popped, we masked up because no face, no case
These niggas fake and they some snakes, and they be talkin' to the Jakes (Jakes)
We get busy, nigga, why lie? (Why lie?)
King Opp BDK, bitch, die Y (Die Y)
I ain't never, ever, ever did a drive-by (Drive-byin' bitch)
Bail out at you flatline, nigga, bye-bye (Bye-bye)
That seventy-popper spread like Wi-Fi (Wi-Fi)
'Nother opp found dead, don't cry now (Cry now, BDK, bitch)
Now it's back to countin' bread, get it sky high (Sky high)
You don't really want war, nigga, why try?
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