[Intro]
Ransom, you fucked this up
Yo, Nonzo, turn this up
She wanna, get naughty
YJay made this
It's Edot, baby
Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom, like (Grrah)
[Chorus]
He catch a shot (He catch a shot), he think I'ma box (Baow-baow-baow)
Bend through that block wit' two twin Glocks
When I spin through the uh, all you hear is shots, like (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
It get tactic
He say he a ooter, ain't totin' no ratchet (At all)
Lil thotty a hoochie, I won't even bag it (At all)
And I don't do features for niggas (Grrah), I'm taxin' (Gang-gang-gang)
Backdoor open I ain't even cappin', like (At all, at all)
[Verse 1]
Die Six, die 4, die Twos (Everything shot)
Even though I'm a rapper, still'll make the news
Why these niggas keep dissin' for views?
He got one to his head, unlucky, like (Unlucky)
He survived, now that nigga a dummy (That nigga a dummy)
In the booth, I'ma roll up some Dummy
Mix it wit' Lotti and the grabba punchin', like (Lotti)
I don't diss, but I get to the money
All my opps broke, all them niggas bummy (Them niggas bummy)
Big knock on my hip, what I'm clutchin'
Niggas be mad, 'cause the city, I run it, like (City, I run it)
I was just 15, totin' 15
Tell the opps, "Bitch, I'm ready for war" (Grrah)
And no, I ain't playin' games wit' my life, nigga
Bitch, I'm takin' that chop to the store (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
Up it, up it, up it (Grrah-grrah), like, I'm 'bout to toss
Lost bro, they ain't show no remorse
So, why would I show some to yours? Like (Baow-baow-baow)
I'm a demon, I send 'bout 8
And you know that I'm bangin' for Wasca
On that block totin' chop everyday
Like (Like), can't wait 'til I catch me a Flocka (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Ransom, you fucked this up
Yo, Nonzo, turn this up
She wanna, get naughty
YJay made this
It's Edot, baby
Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom, like (Grrah)
[Chorus]
He catch a shot (He catch a shot), he think I'ma box (Baow-baow-baow)
Bend through that block wit' two twin Glocks
When I spin through the uh, all you hear is shots, like (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
It get tactic
He say he a ooter, ain't totin' no ratchet (At all)
Lil thotty a hoochie, I won't even bag it (At all)
And I don't do features for niggas (Grrah), I'm taxin' (Gang-gang-gang)
Backdoor open I ain't even cappin', like (At all, at all)
[Verse 1]
Die Six, die 4, die Twos (Everything shot)
Even though I'm a rapper, still'll make the news
Why these niggas keep dissin' for views?
He got one to his head, unlucky, like (Unlucky)
He survived, now that nigga a dummy (That nigga a dummy)
In the booth, I'ma roll up some Dummy
Mix it wit' Lotti and the grabba punchin', like (Lotti)
I don't diss, but I get to the money
All my opps broke, all them niggas bummy (Them niggas bummy)
Big knock on my hip, what I'm clutchin'
Niggas be mad, 'cause the city, I run it, like (City, I run it)
I was just 15, totin' 15
Tell the opps, "Bitch, I'm ready for war" (Grrah)
And no, I ain't playin' games wit' my life, nigga
Bitch, I'm takin' that chop to the store (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
Up it, up it, up it (Grrah-grrah), like, I'm 'bout to toss
Lost bro, they ain't show no remorse
So, why would I show some to yours? Like (Baow-baow-baow)
I'm a demon, I send 'bout 8
And you know that I'm bangin' for Wasca
On that block totin' chop everyday
Like (Like), can't wait 'til I catch me a Flocka (Grrah-grrah, boom)
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