[Intro]
(Like, grahh, grah-grah)
Like, like, why these niggas actin' like—
Like, we not them niggas, like
Like, like, we not one of them niggas like
Like these niggas not soft, like (Damn Jefe)
Oh my— (Graah, graah)
Like, they mans died they ain't spin and get back for him
His brother got shot when them niggas saw him (Lee Drilly)
I don't understand, niggas
94Gz no Gz like these ya heard?
Jack B's we jack bigger B's
Drop my shit we gon' let it squeeze (BlixkyK)
[Verse 1]
Think they on me but I keep it tucked
Feel like Kobe way I'm always clutch
Run up on me, then you out of luck
Send 'em to the angels turn them into dust
We buggin' on buzzin', I don't give a fuck
Then Sheemy disscussin turn 'em to a blunt
The Blixky pussy why they tryna front?
And everyone with 'em better duck
Mori was sucking icees and spanking himself (Ayo!)
Just look at the picture he paint for himself
When the bro act like that there ain't no coming back
Why the fuck they let this nigga rap?
Everything they talk about is cap
But I still ain't take 'em off the map
I'm a QB and all y'all niggas running-backs
I be throwin' while all y'all niggas run track
I don't know where y'all took it so instead of the Bronx let's do it in Brooklyn
Can't forget about- 'cause we cooked him, don't diss just react, I'm moving like Crooklyn
Stain Blixk on dick I hate it
And his music you better not play it
Him and Ray in the 'stu tryna make hits
Low-key them niggas on some gay shit
Blixk watch a dummy I saw that
And bro's name niggas know we caught that
You was on the phone you wasn't on that
You was talking nicely with your soft ass
To my jail niggas, Blixkys off that
If you catch one, get a skull crack
If I catch one, I'ma draw that
Hollow tip's supposed to make 'em fall back
(Like, grahh, grah-grah)
Like, like, why these niggas actin' like—
Like, we not them niggas, like
Like, like, we not one of them niggas like
Like these niggas not soft, like (Damn Jefe)
Oh my— (Graah, graah)
Like, they mans died they ain't spin and get back for him
His brother got shot when them niggas saw him (Lee Drilly)
I don't understand, niggas
94Gz no Gz like these ya heard?
Jack B's we jack bigger B's
Drop my shit we gon' let it squeeze (BlixkyK)
[Verse 1]
Think they on me but I keep it tucked
Feel like Kobe way I'm always clutch
Run up on me, then you out of luck
Send 'em to the angels turn them into dust
We buggin' on buzzin', I don't give a fuck
Then Sheemy disscussin turn 'em to a blunt
The Blixky pussy why they tryna front?
And everyone with 'em better duck
Mori was sucking icees and spanking himself (Ayo!)
Just look at the picture he paint for himself
When the bro act like that there ain't no coming back
Why the fuck they let this nigga rap?
Everything they talk about is cap
But I still ain't take 'em off the map
I'm a QB and all y'all niggas running-backs
I be throwin' while all y'all niggas run track
I don't know where y'all took it so instead of the Bronx let's do it in Brooklyn
Can't forget about- 'cause we cooked him, don't diss just react, I'm moving like Crooklyn
Stain Blixk on dick I hate it
And his music you better not play it
Him and Ray in the 'stu tryna make hits
Low-key them niggas on some gay shit
Blixk watch a dummy I saw that
And bro's name niggas know we caught that
You was on the phone you wasn't on that
You was talking nicely with your soft ass
To my jail niggas, Blixkys off that
If you catch one, get a skull crack
If I catch one, I'ma draw that
Hollow tip's supposed to make 'em fall back
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