Every opp shot (Ayo, Sam)
Still the Face of The—
Baow, baow, baow
Nazzy, Rippy, Bobby a bitch
Smoking Diddy, and Noah got kicked (Got kicked)
Grits and Charlie, was tryna run Rick
Smoking, "Shh", he got lined by a bitch (Ah)
Every opp shot, niggas died on the Mitch (Word to Mitch)
I know Scottie, wit' the stick
Demii and her bestie was giving out spits
They don't know what we do to the Mitch
Meg got shot and they still ain't do shit
Zay dead, he got left in the ditch
E.B.S, top 3 on the list
When I spin, they run, and duck, and trip
Bro got a beam and it came with a switch
'Ooter go ku', he legit
He 6'2, he gon' be 2'6
Put a hole in his chest, make that lil' nigga sit
Spin on a revel, that shit gettin' flipped
Like, let's take a trip
Pop out gang, when I boom, better dip
Like, I got 300 shots in this clip
How many opps, dead in the spliff?
Berry, C-Hii, Mezzy, twisted
Nazzy, Marky, Tank got swished
Bobby dead, we gon' beat on his bitch
Scottie2Hottie, I'm wit' it whenever
Bend the Mitch and I shoot through the sweater
WalkDownGang, we do it even better
Big knocks and it poke though the sweater
Fuck with the opps? Like, what? Could never
Pop out, hit 'em, too clever
Scottie2Hottie, I throw better
Try to run, nigga never
Where he gon' go if the beam on the blick
Like, 4-2 kick, watch how he spliffed
Bobby a bitch, and he switched
He was yelling out, "Ma!", he got hit with some shit
Back out, they runnin' rick
Make him tap out, see him, he hit
I might black out, roll up a spliff
C-Hii dead, Nazzy, Rip
Yus my demon, for him, i'ma blitz
I'm a one man army, I'm takin' that trip
Get out the whip, I ain't taking no risks
Scottie2Hottie gon' slide with the stick
I'm a 'ooter, hop out on the Mitch
Back out, hit 'em, do 'em like Rip
C-Hii, Nazzy, Noah got kicked
Grrah, grrah
Grrah, bend on the opps
And they never outside when we bump into cops
E.B.S. demons, gon' put him on FOX
DOAK, nigga, every opp shot
When I spin, they run, duckin' his top
Bro, when I blitz, it's just me and my Glock
Try to blow, on bro, you shot
Free 2Oppy, on bro, he was hot
Hang out the window, we lettin' it flock
Like, grrah, grrah
Smokin' on Diddy, don't move like a opp
Like, grrah, grrah
I'm on hots, and I feel like I'm Pac
I don't say too much, we the face of the Block
He tried to run and got put up on FOX
Nazzy, Rippy, dead in a box
Grrah, grrah