[Intro]
Frr
Bah, 7 block (Damn, Milioo, this shit fuego)
Bah, bah, bah
[Chorus]
We ain't trollin' with none of the opps, we catch us one, we spank 'em (Brr)
They ain't tryna come play ball 'cause they know bake 'em (They ass scared)
One opp died, roll him up, but this time, I'm gon' face him (I'm gon' face him)
They had tapped him on his head, dead, no need to chase him (Head tap)
When we slide, we like to blitz, your shoes, you better lace them (Uh, come here)
Man, that would've been a head tap, but the bullet only grazed him (Damn)
Still died, fuck that boy and whoever praised him (Fuck him)
All of us get reckless, we'll damn near pop the ones who raised him
[Verse]
If it's up, then it's up (If it's up)
Heard the opps been spinnin', they ain't out there, make a call, they fire it up (Ayy, on that car)
Opps be callin' me, yellin' at the phone, they mad as fuck (Why you so mad?)
If you my opp, please don't call me off IG, that's fed as fuck (That shit fed)
Goin' live up on his block, he don't even own a gun (Don't own a gun)
If they come through tossin' shots, ain't gon' blow, I bet he run (Brr)
Niggas not even with the shit, but be around it, think it's fun (Goofy)
Got these niggas tryna rap, I might as well call 'em my sons (Son-son)
Hop out switchy with a drum (Brr)
ARP, it leave shit done (Frr)
He steady postin' that lil' nigga, but had dick all on her tongue (Dick on her tongue)
We got Drac', now it's time to spin with Twin, he King Von (Me and Twin)
He don't care if your shit fake, Lil Trench takin' shit for fun (Let him get that)
Out here givin' niggas hell
If we crash, we gotta bail (We gotta bail)
Fuck the state, they tryna build a case, free G Shaq out the cell (Free Shaq)
He had texted my phone, "Scoom, I'm movin' on," I said, "Oh well" (Oh well)
I feel like I'm Teeski, all the bitches wet, Wisconsin Dells (Wisconsin Dells)
I like bouncin' out the back
Real clapper, but I rap
Where the Pad? We tryna grab somethin' fast, Scat Pack or a Track' (Skrrt)
Out of town thuggin' with my rounds, then right back to the 'Raq
We call Manjay "Baby Splat," can't say too much, just know he that (Ayy, Baby Splat)
Took a gun and ain't get back, y'all took a chop, so where it's at? (So where it's at?)
Darro City, what the fuck is that? For Bukks, I'm catchin' hats (What the fuck?)
Long live Trell, speakin' on your name, we bounce out tossin' shells (Long live Trell)
Smokin' opps and diss 'em in a song, they hope I rot in hell (Man, rot in hell)
Frr
Bah, 7 block (Damn, Milioo, this shit fuego)
Bah, bah, bah
[Chorus]
We ain't trollin' with none of the opps, we catch us one, we spank 'em (Brr)
They ain't tryna come play ball 'cause they know bake 'em (They ass scared)
One opp died, roll him up, but this time, I'm gon' face him (I'm gon' face him)
They had tapped him on his head, dead, no need to chase him (Head tap)
When we slide, we like to blitz, your shoes, you better lace them (Uh, come here)
Man, that would've been a head tap, but the bullet only grazed him (Damn)
Still died, fuck that boy and whoever praised him (Fuck him)
All of us get reckless, we'll damn near pop the ones who raised him
[Verse]
If it's up, then it's up (If it's up)
Heard the opps been spinnin', they ain't out there, make a call, they fire it up (Ayy, on that car)
Opps be callin' me, yellin' at the phone, they mad as fuck (Why you so mad?)
If you my opp, please don't call me off IG, that's fed as fuck (That shit fed)
Goin' live up on his block, he don't even own a gun (Don't own a gun)
If they come through tossin' shots, ain't gon' blow, I bet he run (Brr)
Niggas not even with the shit, but be around it, think it's fun (Goofy)
Got these niggas tryna rap, I might as well call 'em my sons (Son-son)
Hop out switchy with a drum (Brr)
ARP, it leave shit done (Frr)
He steady postin' that lil' nigga, but had dick all on her tongue (Dick on her tongue)
We got Drac', now it's time to spin with Twin, he King Von (Me and Twin)
He don't care if your shit fake, Lil Trench takin' shit for fun (Let him get that)
Out here givin' niggas hell
If we crash, we gotta bail (We gotta bail)
Fuck the state, they tryna build a case, free G Shaq out the cell (Free Shaq)
He had texted my phone, "Scoom, I'm movin' on," I said, "Oh well" (Oh well)
I feel like I'm Teeski, all the bitches wet, Wisconsin Dells (Wisconsin Dells)
I like bouncin' out the back
Real clapper, but I rap
Where the Pad? We tryna grab somethin' fast, Scat Pack or a Track' (Skrrt)
Out of town thuggin' with my rounds, then right back to the 'Raq
We call Manjay "Baby Splat," can't say too much, just know he that (Ayy, Baby Splat)
Took a gun and ain't get back, y'all took a chop, so where it's at? (So where it's at?)
Darro City, what the fuck is that? For Bukks, I'm catchin' hats (What the fuck?)
Long live Trell, speakin' on your name, we bounce out tossin' shells (Long live Trell)
Smokin' opps and diss 'em in a song, they hope I rot in hell (Man, rot in hell)
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