Attack

Dead opp Dead opp Yo, Listen Sit in the wheels and plan the attack On your sides there's no gettin' back Opp after opp why they drop like that? (Like what) DQ why you talk like that? Real bod boys and they got my back Right or wrong they gon beat them straps Uh, uh Right or wrong, yo Make your bitch come get on her knees n gag I swear D a fuckin' fag Don't say my name you'll get popped like tags You'll get popped like tags Tweak on the beat yeah I'm fuckin' it (Fuckin' it) Tweak on the beat yeah I'm fuckin' it up Hop out the car and I'm dumpin' it (Bow) Hop out the car and I'm bussin' my gun If he wanna tweak, leave him He scared on the drill, don't need him (Nah) Fuck a gun just give him a beatin' He ain't worth the belt miskeen kid Go get it back 'fore you hop on tracks (Why?) 'Cause your homie a pack Like why did you sit in the trap and lack Should've had your habad ready to clap (Bup, bup, bup) I know you fuck niggas done heard me (Heard me) I heard the takers did him dirty Had him dancin' he got sturdy (Bow) Couldn't even rinse that birdie (Nah) You spin I spin (Spin) They drop 5s we fill 'em wit 10 If no one's outside we spinnin' again, Like Fuck it everything dead Hallows they hit him and put him to bed No leg shots sim it at his head (Hallows they hit him and put him to what) (No leg shots aim it at his what, yo) Sit in the wheels and plan the attack (The attack) On your sides there's no gettin' back Opp after opp why they drop like that? (Like what) DQ why you talk like that? Real bod boys and they got my back Right or wrong they gon beat them straps Uh, uh (Bow, bow) Right or wrong, yo Make your bitch come get on her knees n gag I swear D a fuckin' fag Don't say my name you'll get popped like tags You'll get popped like tags Tweak on the beat yeah I'm fuckin' it Tweak on the beat yeah I'm fuckin' it up Hop out the car and I'm dumpin' it Hop out the car and I'm bussin' my gun If he wanna tweak, leave him He scared on the drill, don't need him Fuck a gun just give him a beatin' He ain't worth the belt miskeen kid (Bow, bow, bow) Yo, gunshots out the wheels They get caught on the roads and squeal Five block yeah we do this for real Don't get spooked in the east All the opps should know what that means Creep up out the gully and beat It's fucked up now he's dead and deceased Listen, no cap Your homie got left in the trap Can't forget the next one got packed How the fuck do they drop like that Gotta plan the attack Come slide two five beatin' back East side niggas know where we at DV and OP on the map, Bap