[Intro]
Everybody got a blick but is you finna shoot it?
Everybody got a—, but who finna use it?
(Damn, Master)
[Verse 1]
Everybody got a blick, but is you finna shoot it?
Everybody want a thirty but who finna use it?
Niggas claim they bendin' blocks and really out here shootin'
Caught a nigga at his job, pop out and make a movie
Go the check stats, we stand on business, we don't do recruitin'
You can't come 'round if you ain't squad, the opps hate that we Truman
He gon' run with beam on chest, Lil' [?] get up to him
Beatle gang, uh, nigga mind and put that hot shit to him
When he run, he done, we left his brains on the cement
Why you say that they ain't your gang?
You just was hangin' with them
G Boy gon' get his life, that's a new headstone for [?]
He just was dissing on Ramaji, he at the same place as him
We got brand news Glocks with switches
We shoot rapid when we spit
The Draco take half of ya face
And put your thoughts on the cement
We gon' one shoot out then dip, make sure we park him on the hit
These tires screechin', they be screamin', it's a murder when we spin
Nigga, ayy, fuck the 5 'til I die, we put pressure on 'em
Roll a nigga, dump the ashes, foenem spin on 'em
We got all the thots, you want yo' bitch back, keep a grip on her
I got out of jail, got in my bag, I got 'bout ten on 'em
Everybody got a blick but is you finna shoot it?
Everybody got a—, but who finna use it?
(Damn, Master)
[Verse 1]
Everybody got a blick, but is you finna shoot it?
Everybody want a thirty but who finna use it?
Niggas claim they bendin' blocks and really out here shootin'
Caught a nigga at his job, pop out and make a movie
Go the check stats, we stand on business, we don't do recruitin'
You can't come 'round if you ain't squad, the opps hate that we Truman
He gon' run with beam on chest, Lil' [?] get up to him
Beatle gang, uh, nigga mind and put that hot shit to him
When he run, he done, we left his brains on the cement
Why you say that they ain't your gang?
You just was hangin' with them
G Boy gon' get his life, that's a new headstone for [?]
He just was dissing on Ramaji, he at the same place as him
We got brand news Glocks with switches
We shoot rapid when we spit
The Draco take half of ya face
And put your thoughts on the cement
We gon' one shoot out then dip, make sure we park him on the hit
These tires screechin', they be screamin', it's a murder when we spin
Nigga, ayy, fuck the 5 'til I die, we put pressure on 'em
Roll a nigga, dump the ashes, foenem spin on 'em
We got all the thots, you want yo' bitch back, keep a grip on her
I got out of jail, got in my bag, I got 'bout ten on 'em
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