歌詞
(What's say, gang, what's say, gang, got lil' Stunna in this bit')
Long live Tould, long live Naz (RIP Spider K, man)
(Turn me up)
Heard they just zipped another opp
Bitch, I'm smokin' Quise & smokin' Leeke, for Tould, shit ain't gon' stop
DOA, don't try to spin this way, we known for hittin' tops
Choppa big, soon as I shoot, this bitch sound like I flipped the block
I get the addy on that ****, News4Jax, his ass gon' drop
**** claim to be outside, but they ain't never on they block
All that fakin' gotta stop
I heard Meechy & B5 crashed into the bus stop
John tried to hop that fence and got his stupid ass dropped
Spazz got caught at that game, they hit his ass wit' that mop
Shh got caught on that bike, they knocked his ass down the block
LOL, I'm really havin' fun, we laugh at all the opps
I'm surrounded by a bunch of killers tryna' reach the top
All my ****, they on go
All my **** tryna' hop out on him, run him out his soul
Clap heat on the opp's street, he relocated homes
I get angry, now I'm tryna' leave a **** dead
How the fuck you tryna' duck, that beam already on yo' head
Lotta' **** actin' gangsta, but them **** really scared
7.62s big, 'a knock a **** out his element
He say he down to slide, but when it's time, he on that scary shit
**** really losin' me
I'on need no fee to slide and drop 'em, do that shit for free
**** spoke on Tould, he spoke on Naz, now it's a tragedy
Uh, slide a **** block, now it's a murder scene
Uh, uh, uh, yuh, bitch, now it's a murder scene
Ay, brrrow, dow, That's that choppa sound
I ain't squashin' shit, boy, I won't ever put my choppa down
Play for keeps like I'm Mooci, say "fuck him", you gotta die
I'll chase yo' ass and stand over a ****, now we eye-to-eye
Need eye-for-eye for everything, 400, I forever bang
Keep dissin' on Strapp, and I'mma leave yo' ass in Evergreen
Oh, you famous, ****? That's a bad talk
2 leg shots, he got a bad walk
I'mma come up on about a hunnid bands
If you ever, ever get yo' ass caught
Fuck a mask on, this a mask off
'Cause we just zipped another opp
Fuck that tweakin' shit, I'm tryna' turn a rapper to a block
Police keep bendin' that corner, we ain't shuttin' down no shop
My young **** in the kitchen, he gon' beat it 'til it lock
Woah, yeah, you know I'm bangin' red
**** seen me in the club and ain't do shit, I know he scared
I ain't talkin' 'bout no pencils when I say "I'm totin' lead"
I can't catch you in yo' hood? I'm puttin' money on yo' head
Written by: HONCHO 400
