Church (feat. Rayy Balla)

Like, what? Like, grrah, grrah, ah If you scared, go to church Grab a gun, put in work Can't speak about shh, that boy up on a shirt Niggas put his ass up in the dirt We gone hit them where it hurt Ain't takin' no tag, bitch, I'm boomin' it first Off a Perc', masked up, tryna lurk Adrenaline rushing, tryna go berserk Like, get up on it you better not miss Back up the chop and then empty the clip Like, if he run, then he better not slip Cuz' I put that on bro that that's gon' be a hit That's gon' be a new opp in the spliff When I step in the party, knocka' on my hip YGK, niggas never did shit LVK, Spot a ten then it's lit Off the yellow, I get sturdy Spot an opp, then we gon' do 'em dirty Whole lot of chops around, we never worried Niggas ain't Makk, they ballin' with no jersey On the 5, I'm posted up with a thirty So how you thinkin' you gon' hurt me? We the demons, we ain't showin' mercy And we ain't stoppin' 'til a nigga buried Step back, right leg, then kick Left leg, kick, right leg Then spin Plus he ballin' out, don't need a gym Hop out, send shots, we tryna catch a win Niggas runnin', ducking when we bend Opps know it get nasty every time we spin Take a trip, now it's time to go sin He with his mans, he get hit with his friend Flocks on top, MB, DOA Get the drop from a thot, now we spinning all day Know a few opps that got hit in broad day I ain't never do bad, what the fuck y'all gon' say? Hollow tips hit him and open his face With the dummy, go dummy, tryna up and spray All my niggas got chops on they waist Think you blitzing on us, then you made a mistake Off a twenty, I I'm like who that They threw a lil' shot until we threw back Rayy Balla with me, so that's two straps Last nigga ducked and got his boo clapped We the Makks in the 50s, we too tac And this forty done flocked at a few hats When you see me up, you better move back I'm tryna turn a nigga to a new pack I won't miss when I spin Flock out the whip, it won't come once again Tried to run, he got hit in his shit I can't go out like shh, no I'm in my own whip Smoking cab, that nigga did bad Smoke on JB, now he dead in the past Too official, I could never lack Do twelve in the shoe, tryna catch me a hat Like tweak if she throwin' it back TEC on my waist, so I told her relax But she fiendin', she shakin' her ass Tryna take off her clothes 'cause she know I'm the Makk Get back, we heavy on that Sit back gang, the opps never get back We don't play, we don't cap I spot me an opp, he get turned to a pack First shot, that boy was with God Second shot took that boy right off the map Dead opps, they all in the pack Don't know who to choose, I'm like Rah Rah or Mex Fuck that, roll Lilah and Matt So many dead's, now let's talk on the facts We ain't hidin', they know where we at Come through this block once, you won't make it back Spin through with the chop He tried to run, but the nigga got shot Bad bitch sent the drop Watch how we pull up and clear out the spot All I need is a glock with ten shots Like five niggas ran when I back out the knock Better run 'cause every opp shot If you trip then you done, you get beat with the Glock Then shot We been buggin' and boomin', the reason they won't come outside We slide, they hide I'm tryna put me a shh in the sky Go shh, I'm fried Linkin' with opps and they all finna die On the 5 with the Watts Spot us an opp, then that boy gettin' dropped Grrah, grrah-grrah-boom Every opp shot, ah Ah, MB-MB Like what, like grrah