Dealership (feat. Dougie B & TG Crippy)

(24 is the G.O.A.T.) (Kischon) Like Pistol bullets, they makin' them hop Don't wanna box, bullets makin' them drop (every opp shot) Like, EBK, DOAs in the spot If he movin' slimey, we wipin' his snot Pop a yellow, I beat up the box She spot a Flock, now she greetin' the block Ain't no switchin', I swear it's no other Kay-Kay Jackie, I'm movin' like Tucker Baddie she shakin', no, I cannot love her (shake that shit) Fell in love with her, I'm shootin' it under Notti gon' flock 'em, he don't need a number (like) Think they buggin' but we goin' dumber (grrah-grrah) Oh, she givin' them niggas the drop? It's time to line him, we linkin' or not? (Like) Think we fuckin' but she gettin' shot B-Bullets is punchin', they knockin' her box I call Gotti for Addys and thots Scottie2Hottie, he clearin' the spot We get muddy, we don't do Cîroc Shawty she limpin' off the patty bop I'm the Flocka promotin' the violence Rappin' and slidin', I don't do the hidin' DOA here, let me know if you slidin' Why you cappin'? Why you lyin'? I'ma shoot if niggas got me boxed in .40 on me, ain't no time for no boxin' Gotta be careful 'cause niggas be watchin' (they are) Get out the hood, you ain't got a option Fuck a choice, that's a must All my opps broke, they ain't gettin' no gust DOA winnin', runnin' it up Opps mad, 'cause them niggas ain't fuckin' wit' us, like DOA in the spot and we stickin' it up Every opp gettin' shot 'cause we don't give a fuck Ready to blitz, where the opps at? If I pass it to Kay, he gon' flock that Niggas dissin', never got back I wanna know when y'all niggas gon' stop that Give me ya knock and you won't get your knock back You not the type of nigga that's gon' flock that Ayo, Flock, they pussy Ayo, Dougie, they rookies Kenzo on sight, dare a nigga book me I be crippin' like that nigga tookie (I do) Don't you push me, if a opp in the spot Then I'm breakin' him up like a cookie Been on that shit, give a fuck what you heard I get paid like the first, second and the third Jackin' fours, we doin' you dirt' See the fifth, she liftin' her skirt I'm on SixSev', where the Percs? Bend through the eight and I'm goin' berserk I got nine in the clip, one in the head Ten bullets leave 'em hurt I don't care what you did 'cause we did it first Bend through the Well, I'm makin' a shirt Now they askin', "Why somebody hurt?" (OYK) Talk on bro, now you dead in the dirt (OGK) Rappin' and drillin', we do this for real (suck my dick) I can get niggas popped like a pill (grah) In the field, it get real, bald head kid, look like lil' bill Spinnin' them blocks and takin' them deals Now that nigga smokin' and poppin' them pills Totin' Sally, you a liar Bad lil' bitch name, "Whitney", fire Still got it, she ain't never expire Ready-set-go, fire Now everything dead, suck my dick, I don't care what you said And I know you mad, you got hit in ya' head And you never got back, need to go take a rest Nigga pussy, on the set If I want you dead, I'm aimin' for heads This knock gon' rock 'em, put 'em to bed Ya' opps in the box, take it to the head Lotta niggas want me dead For a bag, go get you some bread These niggas be hatin' on some shit that I had And that's how I know these niggas never had I got off my ass then got me a bag Mommy ain't buy me none of this shit I was on the road, countin' chips I ain't broke, I ain't rich No nine-tofive in this bitch, got thirty rounds in this clip Call up Kenzo, I'm ready to blitz Slide on the opps, I pray I don't miss, grrah Don't run, don't fall, don't trip, don't slip I'ma hop out the car, throwin' like six He jackin' OY, I'ma do him like Mitch (OYK) I'ma flock, won't stop 'Til I see a nigga body drop Free Oppy, ya' we in the spot If he throw up a O, then we poppin' his top (grrah-grrah, boom)