[Intro]
Phew, phew, phew, phew
I know bop heads on spinners, sent your big dog to the, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
I know nine hundred and sixty two reasons why you can’t come up East
We condoning chipes, I know this stick gon' sweep him off his feet (FOREVEROLLING)
EST the streets, they know we get money and kill that beef
All my opps is rappers, ain't on shit, they tryna kill a beat
Geeski known to sever links, you with us or against us?
Burning bridges, niggas in the middle get left in the river
Glizzy with the switches, it take like four seconds to shoot fifty
They refresh they Insta', hope to see me dead or gone to prison
But I'm fresh in all my pictures, icy like December winter
Sliding with my niggas, we don't see our opps and drop the window
We gon' hop out, get 'em, doubt your fastest man outrun this semi
We in parties tripping, please don't walk up asking for no pictures
I turned up the city, all the killers wanna lock in with me
They see bop heads on spinners, sent your big dog to 'spital
[Chorus]
Big bro pop them slows and get on bullshit with his chopper
And we gon' shoot regardless, don't get caught out with your mama
And we still throw up Cs for Con Gang, home of the robbers
And niggas know they gambling with they life coming down Poplar
And I drop off that guala, make 'em come knock off your pasta
And all y'all know who shot y'all, tell the opps pick up they partners
And AR with the stocker, shoot it steady when you pop it
It always been 'bout money, always been fuck all outsiders
Phew, phew, phew, phew
I know bop heads on spinners, sent your big dog to the, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
I know nine hundred and sixty two reasons why you can’t come up East
We condoning chipes, I know this stick gon' sweep him off his feet (FOREVEROLLING)
EST the streets, they know we get money and kill that beef
All my opps is rappers, ain't on shit, they tryna kill a beat
Geeski known to sever links, you with us or against us?
Burning bridges, niggas in the middle get left in the river
Glizzy with the switches, it take like four seconds to shoot fifty
They refresh they Insta', hope to see me dead or gone to prison
But I'm fresh in all my pictures, icy like December winter
Sliding with my niggas, we don't see our opps and drop the window
We gon' hop out, get 'em, doubt your fastest man outrun this semi
We in parties tripping, please don't walk up asking for no pictures
I turned up the city, all the killers wanna lock in with me
They see bop heads on spinners, sent your big dog to 'spital
[Chorus]
Big bro pop them slows and get on bullshit with his chopper
And we gon' shoot regardless, don't get caught out with your mama
And we still throw up Cs for Con Gang, home of the robbers
And niggas know they gambling with they life coming down Poplar
And I drop off that guala, make 'em come knock off your pasta
And all y'all know who shot y'all, tell the opps pick up they partners
And AR with the stocker, shoot it steady when you pop it
It always been 'bout money, always been fuck all outsiders
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