[Intro]
Eh, eh, woah
Choppas on the [?]
Ayy
[Chorus]
I put the crack up in the candy box
Lights for the narcs, we set up shop
Send some shots up at his top, I thought he tried to take my guap
Crip nigga, but the beam on the Glock a red dot
Twenty shots and skirted off the block, don't know if he dead or not (Brrt, bitch)
[Interlude]
You know how we comin’ nigga
[?]
[?]
[Verse 1]
Ayy, I told my brother go and kill him
Don't you come back 'til you catch the man
We be spinnin’ like a ceiling fan
Three choppas in the minivan
My niggas pull up, pop you on the spot just for the dividends
Leave me the fuck alone, I'm plottin' on the drop, I got a master plan
Did a show then fucked a ho'
I sold a bowl right to the pole
Niggas know I let it blow, choppa bullets through chest and throat
Get 'em hit, then let 'em know
I'ma tell 'em come change the score
Caught him, got to runnin’ though
Got a gun, you ain’t dumpin' on me
Check him out and bag him up, that’s if he comin' after us
We be slidin' 'til the dawn and dusk
This drillin’ shit give me a rush
I took the plug pack then ran it back just like a [?]
Slidin' in the scat like "where he at?"
I put him in my 'wood
Fuck them pistols, load them choppas
Next time he won't need a doctor
A killing spree, I've been schemin' for so long I dream about it
Did so many drills [?] I forgot about 'em
Hollow tips rip through his T, T
Eh, eh, woah
Choppas on the [?]
Ayy
[Chorus]
I put the crack up in the candy box
Lights for the narcs, we set up shop
Send some shots up at his top, I thought he tried to take my guap
Crip nigga, but the beam on the Glock a red dot
Twenty shots and skirted off the block, don't know if he dead or not (Brrt, bitch)
[Interlude]
You know how we comin’ nigga
[?]
[?]
[Verse 1]
Ayy, I told my brother go and kill him
Don't you come back 'til you catch the man
We be spinnin’ like a ceiling fan
Three choppas in the minivan
My niggas pull up, pop you on the spot just for the dividends
Leave me the fuck alone, I'm plottin' on the drop, I got a master plan
Did a show then fucked a ho'
I sold a bowl right to the pole
Niggas know I let it blow, choppa bullets through chest and throat
Get 'em hit, then let 'em know
I'ma tell 'em come change the score
Caught him, got to runnin’ though
Got a gun, you ain’t dumpin' on me
Check him out and bag him up, that’s if he comin' after us
We be slidin' 'til the dawn and dusk
This drillin’ shit give me a rush
I took the plug pack then ran it back just like a [?]
Slidin' in the scat like "where he at?"
I put him in my 'wood
Fuck them pistols, load them choppas
Next time he won't need a doctor
A killing spree, I've been schemin' for so long I dream about it
Did so many drills [?] I forgot about 'em
Hollow tips rip through his T, T
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