(Arre—, arr—)
C Blu!
100K what I dropped on the ice
Got a Nike Tech, where Spice?
And I'm lookin' for opps, yeah, I'm posted on Vice
Ain't no hittin' no innocent, get it done right
Chest shot gang, make him fight for his life
And these niggas be pussy, they don't really want rec'
One phone call, get him took off the set
That's ok, yeah, I'm slidin', niggas see me and they know how I get
Fuck a leg, bitch, I'm aimin' for heads, and it's no link ups, bitch, it's everything dead
On the set, yeah, I'm tired of niggas
Get in the stu', start lyin' on track
Tell the world how we made you run laps, you was duckin' your head and got hit in your back
Like I'm green, bitch, I'm stayin' on go
Call me a lighter, I always keep a pole
I see Sdot, he gon' meet his bros
Dissin' my deads that you ain't even know
And it's still Dubs out the zip
Fat boy ran, he should've never tripped
And these niggas never on they strip, so tell me why they on my dick?
I'm in the crib, and still can get you hit
Can't leave the streets till I'm done with the strip
Like, we got the lo' from the thot, boy, you better go slide, boy, you better not play with that shit
Better get out the way when I—
Look, two guns on me, dumpin' out the whip
Car crash, AJ did a flip
Sha got shot, I ain't see the boy since
Beam on his face, it's gon' fuck up his eyesight
He wanna diss, now he got the spotlight
I'm 'bout to make me a highlight
Wanna see blood, like, this shit is Twilight
Bro wanna spin on the opps, get them shot, like, what? We tryna pack a OY, like
Niggas don't really be on that time, like
Sayin' I'm pussy? That don't even sound right
Yo, Blick, what's the word?
Me and Hottie two deep, tryna catch us a Drilly
On the 4s, and I bet it get litty
Packin' the .30, tryna catch a dizzy
Yo, C Blu, what's craccin'?
Know if I pass it, cuzzy get to passin'
Spin through the Well, tryna catch lil' flashy
Up it and flock it, turn him into ashes
Like, 21 shots, I'm a savage
They like, "Mhady causin' the disaster"
Better not be lackin' in cabs 'cause lil' nigga did bad, now lil' Rah might have it (Rah-Rah)
Don't lack, ski mask, tryna flock on the Gz
Almost forgot he was dead on his knees
Like, what? Lil' nigga, please, you only lit 'cause your brother deceased
They know Mhady2Hottie a beast
Totin' the knock when I walk in the street
Get up on him, can't shoot it from deep
Call him dead, hit him up with that heat
Take a bike if I don't got the V
Get him a doctor, I don't think he could breathe
I don't need me a V, I'm better on my feet
Take a trip to the 'Lam and I'm on G
Grrah, grrah-grrah (Every opp shot, everything dead, like)
Everybody K, DOA
Grrah