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Muddy Nah, why brodie geekin' like that? (Dead opps) Nah, why he geekin'? Nah, he geekin', geekin' (RPT, 4Sev, 4Sev) Grrah, grrah, boom Ayo, Y to the Gz, Gz to the sky, never put an O before my Y Hold on It's that Sha Gz nigga Grrah, grrah, grrah (Emrld) Gang, gang, gang Gang Hold on Gang, gang, gang, nigga Grrah, grrah, grrah Grrah Look, huh? They know our name in these streets (RPT), we do a lot Spin through my block (4Sev, 4Sev), you could get shot Talkin' 'bout mad smoochies, we do a lot (Smoochies) I know they mad at me 'cause I do a lot (I do a lot) Opp in the spot (Opp in the spot), yo, pass me the knock (Get that nigga) Jackin' with me, unlimited clips, unlimited shots Like, pull up and, skrrt, sent us the drop Shootin' from deep, duckin' police, forty gon' knock Bitch, move out my way, I'ma get up on 'em Nigga ran mad fast when I flicked up on him Like, we spinnin' early morning They see on my face that I'm heavy on it Add a K to my G, then we get to stormin' Four-five, throw deadies on 'em Like, bet I throw fifty on 'em Watch how them niggas run Ricky on 'em (Ricky) Uh, see the O's, I'ma flock it With this gun, bitch, I'm Notti Boppin' Like, put the beam to his noggin' Bitch, bro let off shots, ain't no arguin' Look back, throw shots from behind 'em Better move before I start flockin' Like, tried to run, but he dropped it Like, nigga, y'all need to stop it With this gun on my hand, I go crazy Tried to run, send them bullets like Brady Fuck the Flocks, JayRip got me lazy Had the Dot, mix it with JB Bitch, I go shot after shot like I'm KD Bro up the score, now he feel like McGrady Bro up the score, now he feel like McGrady They know our name in these streets (RPT), we do a lot (Ayy, what?) Spin through my block (4Sev, 4Sev), you could get shot Talkin' 'bout mad smoochies, we do a lot (Smoochies) I know they mad at me 'cause I do a lot (They what? They what?) Opp in the spot (At all, at all), yo, pass me the knock (Yo, pass me the knock) Jackin' with me, unlimited clips, unlimited shots (At all, at all) Like, pull up and, skrrt (Like, pull up and, skrrt), sent us the drop (Like, get that nigga, like, get that nigga) Shootin' from deep, duckin' police, forty gon' knock (Don't miss that nigga) Smokin' opp niggas to the matha (Noah) It's like D-O give me power (Like, what, like, huh?) I'ma throw 4 for the towers (RPT) Then I throw more 'cause I wanna (4Sev, 4Sev) Gz, Gz, Gz, heavy on the scene (Gzlly) Just like Listerine, I could get you clean Like, look Money Drilly Boppin' Don't got the pole I told Fast we hopped 'em Stop on his head while we bunny hoppin' Reemo witb my while the niggas shoppin' Then we back on defense like we didn't drop him Put the cannon with me, we gon' wild out Gotta show a nigga like it's tryout Couple shots flock, watch 'em die now Then we fly out Like, face of the Bronx, this is my town Like we apply pressure, now calm down Like, huh? They don't come 'round Like, look, huh? They know our name in these streets, we do a lot Spin through my block, you could get shot Talkin' 'bout mad smoochies, we do a lot (Smoochies) I know they mad at me 'cause I do a lot (They what? They what?) Opp in the spot (At all, at all), yo, pass me the knock (Yo, pass me the knock) Jackin' with me, unlimited clips, unlimited shots (At all, at all) Like, pull up and, skrrt (Like, pull up and, skrrt), sent us the drop (Like, get that nigga, like, get that nigga) Shootin' from deep, duckin' police, forty gon' knock (Don't miss that nigga) Yo, it's that DThang nigga Make 'em get jiggy 'fore we shoot 'em, you heard? RIP Woo Even my grandma know that Yo, LD for life Long live Rah
Writer(s): Alexis Cavalieri, Daniel Collins, Shavar Williams, Le Turtle, Evan Elicott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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