[Intro: Kenzo Balla]
(Man like Ron, you know)
Like, what? Ah
(Nadda)
(Spinback, turn that shit up, fam)
Every opp shot, everything dead, grrah
What the fuck? Ah
Every opp shot
Like, what? Ah
[Verse 1: Kenzo Balla]
Grab a knock, leave him dead on the scene
.45 with an infrared beam
Send shots out the chopper, make his body lean
Tried to run, but he tripped and his body got steamed
No remorse when I spin through the Ts, like
I'm tryna spot a Gz and do him greaze, like
I’m on Courtlandt tryna let it squeeze, like
I'm tryna up the knocker, do him Sleeze, like
Mix the Dummy with the Country
On Frontstreet tryna do 'em like Dubski
How many niggas got wrapped like a mummy?
Hollow tip bullets burnin’ through they tummy
Notti got poked, niggas left him all bloody
Edot went suicidal like a dummy
Big chopper, who you touchin'?
He try to push up on me, I'ma dust him
And I'm gettin' tired of y'all Lams
They keep dissin', but never got back for they mans
Last opp got hit in his head on cam
Sent two, three shots to his chest, like, damn
That's the opps right there, go blam
Go get up on that nigga, leave him where he stand, like
Oh, he flyin’? Crash him, make him land, like
(Send every shot and do him like his mans)
I’m with Rayy B totin' an .80
GBG babies gon’ spin and go brazy
Catch a Drilly, rock him like a baby
Couple shots hit his body, leave him lazy
Totin' on Stacy, don't play me
Bitch, I'm a demon, can’t nobody tame me
Chop start blowin', no AC
Send two shots if you talkin' on JB
Blockwork, nigga cappin' in interviews
Put that on bro, I can't wait to run into you
Niggas saved you, we should've finished you
Nigga copped it, now he throwin' subliminals
And you jackin' niggas that don't jack you
Just like Notti, niggas should've stabbed you
Just like Edot, niggas should've clapped you
And it's a PD when my niggas catch you
When I spin through the Mitch, I'ma throw like six
Like, I'm tired of these dirty-ass Crips
If I catch lil' Winter, she get hit
She gon' be up with sixteen, dead in my spliff
Leave her six feet dead in the ditch
I was thirteen totin' Berettas and shit
Spin the Gates movin' dusty with grips
Catch Flash, on bro, I'ma up off the hip
(Man like Ron, you know)
Like, what? Ah
(Nadda)
(Spinback, turn that shit up, fam)
Every opp shot, everything dead, grrah
What the fuck? Ah
Every opp shot
Like, what? Ah
[Verse 1: Kenzo Balla]
Grab a knock, leave him dead on the scene
.45 with an infrared beam
Send shots out the chopper, make his body lean
Tried to run, but he tripped and his body got steamed
No remorse when I spin through the Ts, like
I'm tryna spot a Gz and do him greaze, like
I’m on Courtlandt tryna let it squeeze, like
I'm tryna up the knocker, do him Sleeze, like
Mix the Dummy with the Country
On Frontstreet tryna do 'em like Dubski
How many niggas got wrapped like a mummy?
Hollow tip bullets burnin’ through they tummy
Notti got poked, niggas left him all bloody
Edot went suicidal like a dummy
Big chopper, who you touchin'?
He try to push up on me, I'ma dust him
And I'm gettin' tired of y'all Lams
They keep dissin', but never got back for they mans
Last opp got hit in his head on cam
Sent two, three shots to his chest, like, damn
That's the opps right there, go blam
Go get up on that nigga, leave him where he stand, like
Oh, he flyin’? Crash him, make him land, like
(Send every shot and do him like his mans)
I’m with Rayy B totin' an .80
GBG babies gon’ spin and go brazy
Catch a Drilly, rock him like a baby
Couple shots hit his body, leave him lazy
Totin' on Stacy, don't play me
Bitch, I'm a demon, can’t nobody tame me
Chop start blowin', no AC
Send two shots if you talkin' on JB
Blockwork, nigga cappin' in interviews
Put that on bro, I can't wait to run into you
Niggas saved you, we should've finished you
Nigga copped it, now he throwin' subliminals
And you jackin' niggas that don't jack you
Just like Notti, niggas should've stabbed you
Just like Edot, niggas should've clapped you
And it's a PD when my niggas catch you
When I spin through the Mitch, I'ma throw like six
Like, I'm tired of these dirty-ass Crips
If I catch lil' Winter, she get hit
She gon' be up with sixteen, dead in my spliff
Leave her six feet dead in the ditch
I was thirteen totin' Berettas and shit
Spin the Gates movin' dusty with grips
Catch Flash, on bro, I'ma up off the hip
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