RPT (feat. JustoGzz)

Shout out Yamaica Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, boom (Like, grrah) (Like hold on) Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, boom If you droppin' my 4, I'm knockin' at your door, like, hold on Mr. Hop-Out-And-Knock, I'm tryna up the score, like, hold on It's really that Justo Gz nigga, you heard? (Like) RPT Gzzly (It's that Ndot nigga suck my dick, you heard?) Every O shot, Grrt, bow (Like, aah!) Suck my dick 300K, GDK, all that shit to my dick, y'all should know how I'm comin' I get the pole, then like Andre, I'm Drummond TG you seen me, you wasn't on nothin' Been M80VE gang, and I fuck with my Gunnaz (Gunnaz) If I flake spin, then I'm callin' GGunna And that .40 I tote leave 'em done up Want fifty a drill for that nigga Zay mother That bitch is a fiend, extend the grip on a grip when I tote me a grip Don't run, don't trip, got a beam Like grrah, grrah-grrah, boom All you hear when I dump, it's a lean Bangin' that DOA-K shit, spin through the Rey shit Hop out and scream, "RPT" Send shots, .38, slump, no shells, no face, no case When I shoot it's a green Shoot or get shot Jack you some steppers and still ain't come step on my block EK, get back for your pops I'm tired of the dissin', lets link up and play with our chops And the first opposition that drop Stand over his body keep clickin' and make sure he die, like, hold on (Keep clickin, keep clickin, keep clickin, grrah-grrah-grrah-grrah) Got artillery niggas can definitely slide with John Wick, they gon' have to duck and dodge shit .357 bullets rippin' through his spine It's gon' have him on a different timin' If he survive RPT, we the ones that be the top ETG, we the ones that gon' find 'em Jackin they GBG, we think we line you (Word to bro) And that be the facts (Grrah) I cannot fuck her if her shit not fat (Uh-huh) I might just call up Mdot for the rock (Like, huh?) Try to take a opp that gon' hit you with the Makk (Uh-huh, on bro) If he jackin the O, put a O in his back (Like, What?) Jacob a dick, how you die with your strap? (Like, what?) Milly Wop got beat with a stick in his back (Grrah) If I spot me a flock, I react and attack On court, bro throw, yellin', "Squeeze me" Spot me C Blu, I'ma aim for his beanie Remember days in the field 16 deep Swingin' them canes, now it's chop with the green beam I'ma hop out, send shots to the courts Smokin' BDiddy, he died with his pole (Gang-gang-gang) I got ooters, they slide on those Courtlandts (Gang-gang-gang) You was talkin' on Woo? Then I'm breakin' your jaw Like, hold on (On bro) Grrah (Grrah), like grrah (Grrah) Grrah (Grrah-grrah-grrah), keep runnin' When I'm tellin' the opp, "Why you stumblin?" "Remember them days, we don't bully for nothin'" Like grrah, like grrah, like grrah, I'm bustin' Spot a flock, it's not up for discussion Back out my knocks and I'm sendin' a dozen Ayy yo Jdot, free you When you come out, I'm tightnin' your screws, like (What?) Hang out the V, send shots at your crew, like Niggas be chattin, they ain't get boomed at? Never, "Who that?" (Never shoot that) We gon' spin through the ave, send shots where you and your crew at Like, niggas keep sayin' my name Like, niggas is soft, not real what they claim, like Told Idot, "Just aim, turn on that beam, send shots at his brain" Niggas is wack, never put on for the gang Nigga Swervo got beat this shit is insane, like Like, who gon' spin? (Like, what?) Like, who gon' ride? (Huh?) Nigga, Notti got poked, got sent to the sky Dumb lil' nigga, at least he tried (Notti) Like, I'ma go crazy you touch one of mine Bro Ty on go, like, niggas be chattin' like he ain't get back Like, spin through the courts tryna make a new pack New opp, new opp, now you stuck in a pack Like, JJ with me, and this shit gettin' critical Spin through the opps so you know we not missin' you Justo with me and you know he don't pick and choose 2-3 shots, pop out, thats my physical, like Grrah, grrah, grrah Grrah-grrah, boom It's that Ndot nigga suck my dick, you heard? Like, Notti got poked on the train thats his last stop Suck my dick, you heard?