[Intro]:
Audi famam illius (Grrah, like, grrah-grrah, baow, like, baow-baow)
[Verse]
I catch a Flock and I'm makin' him dance
Smokin' his mans and the other one ran
Like PG-13, no that gun didn't jam
If they slide, Dae Dae throw at his mans
Like Dougie got shot, I was yellin' out damn
Why he bluffin'? I ain't even blam
They thought that they hot when they crashin' the van
Set Da Trend, you a bitch, bullets pop make 'em dance (Like, grahh)
You the face of the Bronx? (Like how?)
Go get back for ya mans
Like wit' JayRip hollows scrape your hands
That's on bro, Kay Kay seen me and he didn't even blam
How you lie on that man?
Like, Kay Kay, you knеw what I had in my pants
I done put all in the can
Like, I don't got no opps, all thеse niggas is fans
They like Yus cool, bitch I'm a demon go ku'
Like Bluetooth, bullets connect when we threw
Like wit' JayRip, I don't know where you threw
Like free shhh, he done clicked on the crew
Bodies and bodies, they sick like the flu
My lil' thottie go line em', knock him out his shoes
Big EBS, how they talkin' on Woo?
Spin through the Mitch, I'ma throw like 2
How you a stomper? You ain't even step
Like catch a Flocka, leave him out of breath
JB wit' Diddy, we smokin' they necks
If I roll down the window, I see him get stretched
Like I go dumb, I go ku with the TEC
Show no remorse, I don't show no respect
Like Bobby, Rippy, they went out the best
Like they know my body, just big EBS
Like I'ma keep clickin' till I'm goin deaf
We go ooter for ooter, we see him get stretched
Like at the light, bullets rip through his flesh
Mezzy, blammed it on him and then fled
Like Tanky, Rippy we smokin' they deads
Like free Sha Gz, he done upped and they fled
Like that's on bro I keep one in the head
Bend through the Mitch, tryna leave em' on read
Like, Kay Flock like what? Rah had him duckin' his taco
Brody keep clickin' till that nigga drop though
Don't run, don't run
He don't know where the shots go
Like I call EK, he slidin wit' Vato
Bullets go hit him, knock him out his taco
Like beam on on the blick, try to run, let a shot go
Like R.I.P Rah, we ain't talkin' on Paco
Audi famam illius (Grrah, like, grrah-grrah, baow, like, baow-baow)
[Verse]
I catch a Flock and I'm makin' him dance
Smokin' his mans and the other one ran
Like PG-13, no that gun didn't jam
If they slide, Dae Dae throw at his mans
Like Dougie got shot, I was yellin' out damn
Why he bluffin'? I ain't even blam
They thought that they hot when they crashin' the van
Set Da Trend, you a bitch, bullets pop make 'em dance (Like, grahh)
You the face of the Bronx? (Like how?)
Go get back for ya mans
Like wit' JayRip hollows scrape your hands
That's on bro, Kay Kay seen me and he didn't even blam
How you lie on that man?
Like, Kay Kay, you knеw what I had in my pants
I done put all in the can
Like, I don't got no opps, all thеse niggas is fans
They like Yus cool, bitch I'm a demon go ku'
Like Bluetooth, bullets connect when we threw
Like wit' JayRip, I don't know where you threw
Like free shhh, he done clicked on the crew
Bodies and bodies, they sick like the flu
My lil' thottie go line em', knock him out his shoes
Big EBS, how they talkin' on Woo?
Spin through the Mitch, I'ma throw like 2
How you a stomper? You ain't even step
Like catch a Flocka, leave him out of breath
JB wit' Diddy, we smokin' they necks
If I roll down the window, I see him get stretched
Like I go dumb, I go ku with the TEC
Show no remorse, I don't show no respect
Like Bobby, Rippy, they went out the best
Like they know my body, just big EBS
Like I'ma keep clickin' till I'm goin deaf
We go ooter for ooter, we see him get stretched
Like at the light, bullets rip through his flesh
Mezzy, blammed it on him and then fled
Like Tanky, Rippy we smokin' they deads
Like free Sha Gz, he done upped and they fled
Like that's on bro I keep one in the head
Bend through the Mitch, tryna leave em' on read
Like, Kay Flock like what? Rah had him duckin' his taco
Brody keep clickin' till that nigga drop though
Don't run, don't run
He don't know where the shots go
Like I call EK, he slidin wit' Vato
Bullets go hit him, knock him out his taco
Like beam on on the blick, try to run, let a shot go
Like R.I.P Rah, we ain't talkin' on Paco
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