[Chorus: YungLiV]
That choppa spit and twist his body
Your lil' homie died, you ain't spin back
The fuck you scared or something?
Them strikers on my ass
I run up twenty and bought all the guns (Revilo)
Address the situation while I'm off cets, I send it up
Bodies keep on dropping back to back inside my city
'Cause the wrong niggas got money
Lil' folks hot they ain't no chilling
Bussing off the trips
But I prefer the Wock, just 'cause the feeling
Caught him snoozing on his block off that and stamp the hit
FN make his body twist
Almost got off until he tripped
I let them shells eat on his face
Then get up close, make sure he hit
Shawty run off likе folks
I know I got him when I blick
I pit a name on evеryone, these 556's in my clip
We don't pop innocents, we come shoot who we looking for then dip
[Verse 1: ZOTiYAC]
I'm really 'bout mine, but I'm really 'bout my business too, that's it
I'm really 5'9, but it's really 556's in this clip
You really fucked up, if you think you finna touch me in this bitch (Finna touch me)
I put my ho on him, he thought he would get lucky in this bitch
Lil' stupid ass (Dumbass)
Ayy, come here (Grah, grah)
Nigga keep on boosting on them, like what you tough or some?
Twirl the Wock, put the choppa on him like I'm cuttin' some
If I'm walking with my chain out, you know I'm tuckin' some
Why can't it be with a whole hundred on me?
I ain't talking 'bout money
I'm talking 'bout the drum and the gun on the huff for your homie
Then I summon a demon and put up on you, that be one of my homies
That boy will shoot and score like Parker, I might call him Tony (That boy did shoot and score)
Boy, put the money in the bag and get a bullet in your shit, ayy
A risk for your life, boy, you don't wanna take that risk
Chopper knock your whole fucking arm off, take that wrist
I caught him jumping out the window, nigga try to break that bitch
That choppa spit and twist his body
Your lil' homie died, you ain't spin back
The fuck you scared or something?
Them strikers on my ass
I run up twenty and bought all the guns (Revilo)
Address the situation while I'm off cets, I send it up
Bodies keep on dropping back to back inside my city
'Cause the wrong niggas got money
Lil' folks hot they ain't no chilling
Bussing off the trips
But I prefer the Wock, just 'cause the feeling
Caught him snoozing on his block off that and stamp the hit
FN make his body twist
Almost got off until he tripped
I let them shells eat on his face
Then get up close, make sure he hit
Shawty run off likе folks
I know I got him when I blick
I pit a name on evеryone, these 556's in my clip
We don't pop innocents, we come shoot who we looking for then dip
[Verse 1: ZOTiYAC]
I'm really 'bout mine, but I'm really 'bout my business too, that's it
I'm really 5'9, but it's really 556's in this clip
You really fucked up, if you think you finna touch me in this bitch (Finna touch me)
I put my ho on him, he thought he would get lucky in this bitch
Lil' stupid ass (Dumbass)
Ayy, come here (Grah, grah)
Nigga keep on boosting on them, like what you tough or some?
Twirl the Wock, put the choppa on him like I'm cuttin' some
If I'm walking with my chain out, you know I'm tuckin' some
Why can't it be with a whole hundred on me?
I ain't talking 'bout money
I'm talking 'bout the drum and the gun on the huff for your homie
Then I summon a demon and put up on you, that be one of my homies
That boy will shoot and score like Parker, I might call him Tony (That boy did shoot and score)
Boy, put the money in the bag and get a bullet in your shit, ayy
A risk for your life, boy, you don't wanna take that risk
Chopper knock your whole fucking arm off, take that wrist
I caught him jumping out the window, nigga try to break that bitch
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