[Verse 1: Gon (Mir Blackwell)]
I keep twin chops, and it's knocking 'em down
Shooter like Jordan, won't drop any rounds
He claim he got gang, but there's not any 'round
If I step on his block, then it's my city now
Do 'em just like Hidan, leave the opps in the ground
Mineta the Glock, how I'm popping these rounds
I summon my dogs 'till they out of the pound
I move like Vegeta, I'm not with these clowns
I'm not with these loser niggas
My bitch Mai with the ruger, nigga
Mount Lady, my bitch do it bigger
Street sweepers come and move a nigga, I got tools with niggas
These niggas mad that I doubled my racks
These niggas mad that I doubled my stats
I pin a bitch to the wall, then I break down her walls
So don't ask where the Rumblings at
If I tell 'em slide, then they know the occasion
I call up my goons, and they know the formation
If he ain't talking money, I don't know the language
You only reflecting them niggas you came with
Cock back and aim it
Fire rounds at his head like Aang did
Still with the same niggas I came with
Me and Ham on the track, it's the same shit
Niggas mad I ain't lose the groove, I ain't use the tool
Fire back, bullets two and two, built like hula hoops
I told Blax, clips for you and you, I'll just do the tunes
War is back, we don't do the duels, this a super nuke
When I hop on tracks and I flow my shit
Your bitch like kami, she gon' hold my stick
I ain't even drop yet, I'mma hold my hits
I'm just tryna stack up, I don't fold my chips
And my Ussop chop got a long nose
And I stay in my bag if the song goes
New rollie came grey, that shit all froze
And my chopper kicking back, hitting all goals
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