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Glrah, Glrahhh Glrah Glrah boom nigga Gang, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang Gang, gang Niggas hating they know I'm the one So you know I gotta stay with a gun Back out the knocks, throwing like the suns Niggas be bummy, niggas be my sons If I spot me a orange cleezy, hop out the V send shots at his figi If I spot me a orange cleezy, hop out the V send shots at his figi Let's talk on the facts I been got back, them bullets was scraping his cap He was ducking his taco, I had running laps He was dropping the knocks, had him running fast Taking risk, for the gang Niggas switch, niggas change Heart cold, can't hang We could link up our bullets gone bang Niggas see me, and they running Jacking Gzzly, hit his stomach I just up it, at his muffin Hit his top, that's concussions Shooting movies, no productions Hollows hit em, no discussion Know a opp that got shot in his chest Wearing fake drip that shit need a rest Niggas hating they know I'm the one So you know I gotta stay with a gun Back out the knocks, throwing like the suns Niggas be bummy, niggas be my sons If I spot me a orange cleezy, hop out the V send shots at his figi If I spot me a orange cleezy, hop out the V send shots at his figi Start blacking, start blasting Im the nigga that's causing havoc My gun, automatic, clear the scene shit is tragic And I'm madness, two chops, shit is magic When I see em you know ima pack em Last opp got put in the past tense Niggas movies, niggas cappin Hop out and I clap em Niggas pussy, they be faggots When I spot em, they be gasping Did a shooting, now I'm laughing Get back, now I'm bragging Big knocks, then I'm sagging Chest shot, he a fraction Like What Nigga got hit with the knocks This Glock with a beam, I spot em I got em, drop em flock em Free all the guys, make sure they unlock em Bro on his ass, then you know ima block em Two guns up, ima shock em Bullets start flying, ima knock em Spin through the Have, with the shotgun Face of the Bronx, you is not one I know old heads ain't left the block in years they still old Spun through da have, inside a sto I ain't have a license I still drove I seen niggas go through the most to try prove they real and still told Bro left the hood to fuck a model bitch y'all could never have and y'all still trolled I know it's active, you don't even know who clapping, the city ain't ever done You think it's sweet cause a nigga got put on parole, but he still ride with his gun The niggas diss bro just stay on the block with they man's, they scared to walk they son I know a Nigga ran in the precinct, cut the vid on he ran out I know a opp got hit with da car, they ran him over cause he ran his mouth Them niggas diss bro, know they gotta carry they gun so they scared to carry they child You think it's time to lack on that back block, lil bro come blick that down You could uh been around with a big stash, but you ran off with a pound You could've missed it how fast it happened, it sound like fireworks made sound I fucked the block bitches gave drops, cause I finally flew they ass outta town I ain't gone send em no money, cause I know his ass ain't no killer he sittin around I ain't gone send a pretty bitch for em, cause a ugly bitch gone bring em out In da X that shit like laser tag, I had a red tracer in my clip Chase em down, I watched his ass fall, I thought he never slip Glock go blakka ta, dat choppa knock 'em down, he ain't shit Bro cut off da dreads, dey said extensions, but niggas flipped I had to upgrade all the guns, I hate niggas so much I need automatics One my man's came round with a mac 11 I asked hm if I could have it I ain't finna blick at you for no bitch bro, you know the vibes bro you could have her Before jail calls, I sat with bro on real calls and talked to em for hours I showed lil bros a lil micro and said it's y'all's don't tell nobody They tried to squash a beef through a mutual friend, linked up and they still shot em You would uh thought he'd had a hit by now, but his ass just still whining You won't believe the ones be disrespecting the most be really dying Lil threat nem' out dat window Why you talk to pillows Bet' not let them get you Better keep yo' pistol Know they tryna kill you, you better look inside that mirror Everybody killers, this shit different streets glitching Everybody dead, if you around then you official Errybody fled, I seen a nigga run with his pistol Everybody could get it, Ion care if I knew yo' ass since children Everybody dead, the Killers talking you betta listening