[Intro: Kirk Franklin & Dee Play4Keeps]
Book of Revelation, Chapter 7, Verses 16 and 17 (Yes, sir)
They shall hunger no more, neither shall they thirst anymore (Preach, preacher)
For God shall wipe away (Yes, sir), every tear from their eye (Yes, sir)
Get ready, for a revolution (Come on, come on, come on)
Lowkeymali, what's the word?
Grrah
[Verse 1: Dudeylo]
He try to front and I bet he get clapped up
Tryna flip what he said, nigga, back up
He better run and he better not slow down
Hell no, I ain't puttin' this pole down
Spin through that side, I don't gotta mask up, movin' slimey wit' it, tryna leave 'em
Big knocker, singin' like Selena
He movin' wocky, see 'em, I'ma lean 'em, grrah
Real action, no fiction
Two hands, tryna aim for his biscuit
Free bro, he got locked for the clique
Caught 'em half-ski'd up, word to bro, it get different
Say he smokin' on who? Okay, we ready for war
Where he at? Let's go kick down his doors
Spin wit' the 5th, tryna knock down a 4, grrah
Fuck that, he got sent to the lord
How you spinnin' and niggas ain't see you?
Give 'em shots like I'm totin' a needle
Throw the beam on the knock, that's lethal
Real opp spotter, better hope we don't see you
And y'all know what we do in y'all strip
Like, Kurt got hit, MS got spliffed
Told Dee, "Throw a shot at his kidney"
Roscoe pop out, tryna catch him a Drilly
EBK, I don't fuck wit' no Whoopty
Brodie get mad and he get to tossin'
Everything dead, we ain't givin' no warning
You said what? You can get packed up
Big knock, throwin' shots out the black truck
Take his face off, no I.D
Totin' Brittany, like, how you gon' line me?
Last opp got caught, lucky that it jammed up
TwoK, tell 'em go pick ya' mans up
Book of Revelation, Chapter 7, Verses 16 and 17 (Yes, sir)
They shall hunger no more, neither shall they thirst anymore (Preach, preacher)
For God shall wipe away (Yes, sir), every tear from their eye (Yes, sir)
Get ready, for a revolution (Come on, come on, come on)
Lowkeymali, what's the word?
Grrah
[Verse 1: Dudeylo]
He try to front and I bet he get clapped up
Tryna flip what he said, nigga, back up
He better run and he better not slow down
Hell no, I ain't puttin' this pole down
Spin through that side, I don't gotta mask up, movin' slimey wit' it, tryna leave 'em
Big knocker, singin' like Selena
He movin' wocky, see 'em, I'ma lean 'em, grrah
Real action, no fiction
Two hands, tryna aim for his biscuit
Free bro, he got locked for the clique
Caught 'em half-ski'd up, word to bro, it get different
Say he smokin' on who? Okay, we ready for war
Where he at? Let's go kick down his doors
Spin wit' the 5th, tryna knock down a 4, grrah
Fuck that, he got sent to the lord
How you spinnin' and niggas ain't see you?
Give 'em shots like I'm totin' a needle
Throw the beam on the knock, that's lethal
Real opp spotter, better hope we don't see you
And y'all know what we do in y'all strip
Like, Kurt got hit, MS got spliffed
Told Dee, "Throw a shot at his kidney"
Roscoe pop out, tryna catch him a Drilly
EBK, I don't fuck wit' no Whoopty
Brodie get mad and he get to tossin'
Everything dead, we ain't givin' no warning
You said what? You can get packed up
Big knock, throwin' shots out the black truck
Take his face off, no I.D
Totin' Brittany, like, how you gon' line me?
Last opp got caught, lucky that it jammed up
TwoK, tell 'em go pick ya' mans up
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