Ky Drippy Beats
Gang
Get back gang
Woo Lotti Gang
Free the Guys
All the Gzz
Slime
Niggas broke (Broke)
They was dissin' on bro
Now I'm askin', "What's the joke?" (What's the joke?)
Think she a wifey? Nigga, she a hoe (She a hoe)
Free bro, he was puttin' dick up in her throat (Free bro)
Shots fired, get low (Get low)
I ain't clickin' from far, I'ma get up close (Grrt, boom)
Free 38, he was doin' the most
Feel like that nigga, I feel like I'm Pom
Everyday that I wake up god gave me hope (Gave me hope)
To get up and get me some dough (Racks)
Niggas be cappin', and rap what they don't (Don't)
On the media, makin' shows (Makin' shows)
Your bro just died and you worried about clothes (Like, what?)
Like, whats goin' on in your dome? (Like, what?)
Fuck all that shit, I'ma leave it alone (Like, what?)
Face to face, bitch, I'm uppin' my chrome (Boom)
Pop a yellow to get in my zone
He was playin both sides, now that nigga gone
When you talk, better watch your tone
When you talk, better watch who you mention
Turn a internet thug to a victim
Don't get lined puttin' trust in these bitches
That's how you end up
With the fishes (Fishes)
Tryna run up a milli, I'm tempted (I'm tempted)
"Yo, Sha, Why they actin'?" (Why they actin'?)
"Like we ain't in paint scorin' baskets?" (Boom)
Grrah, grrah
Turn that nigga into past tense (Grrah-grrah, boom)
"Yo, Sha, Why they actin'?" (Why they actin'?)
"Like we ain't in paint scorin' baskets?" (Damn)
Grrah, grrah
Turn that nigga into past tense (Grrah-grrah, boom)
I was young, I was buggin' and shit
I know why they mad (Gzzly), 'cause we runnin' this shit (Gzzly)
These bitches be fans, tryna fuck 'cause I'm lit (Like, what?)
We gon' spin through they Ps just to air on the strip (Grrah-grrah)
New opp, in the spliff
Smokin' they deads for the fun of this shit
Bend through, tryna see who in front of they shit
First one that I see, I'ma empty the shit
I'm the one that they envy and shit (What?)
Free 38, he get busy with it
Lotti too oppy, too mixy with it
Every opp shot, everybody get hit (Grrah)
This a message, this not a diss (Like, what?)
I can't go no where without my bitch (Like, what?)
I can't go no where without my blick (Like, what?)
And, no, I can't go out like (Rippy)
When it's time to go spin, who ready? (Who ready?)
Headshot, turn his brains to confetti (Grrah)
Smokin dead niggas, shit got me deady
Everything dead, everything healthy
"Yo, bro, who that?" (Who that?)
Yell out, "What's gunnin'?" Now he runnin' track (Grrah, boom)
He ain't get too far with this beam on his back
Shot after shot 'till his body collapse (Grrah-grrah, boom)
How many opps got put in a pack? (What?)
Shit, I can't even keep track (Like, damn)
No cap, tell niggas, "Get back" (Get back)
Check the score, we up on the stats (Like, what?)
Grrah, grrah
Grrah-grrah, boom
Slime
Gang-gang-gang
Get Back Gang
Woo Lotti Gang