Reach (feat. Jay6ixx, Headtapp gz & Wal Blixk)

Like what, like what, Heady

Headtap, Headtap

**** know what we on, man

Grrah, grrah, grrah

You reach, I teach

Rule number one, no bluffin’ in these streets

Can’t let these **** take me for no dweeb

Walkin’ through they Pz, totin’ thirty-three

Baby, I’m back on that hot shit

I keep knockings the size of a rocket

And I won’t hesitate to up and floxk it

Talkin’ on bro, y’all **** need to stop it

Three deep right in front of your larkin

If he jack the Prime then we gon’ park him

Lots on no scary timin', it's just a walk in

I tell Judah throw, I see him stalkin’

It’s like forty shots if they like spark shit

Said I’m back on that hot shit, ****

So that means that I’m locked in, ****

We get the drop then on bro we gon’ pop that ****

In front of your crib, like, where **** at?

Me and Blacks gon’ hop out, attack

Tryna pack a **** jackin’ Hat

26 been shot, word to my flag

We tryna drench a **** then smoke gas

They made jokes, reflect on the past

I catch a Billy I do him like-

Fuck all the Babiez, can’t wait to see Ciggy

I got the drop from this treesh in the 50z

And she settin’ drop on the 50z, tell ‘em get with me

I cannot fuck with the opps ‘cause they always rat on my block, y'all **** is cop

Sosa extended the chop, the first one we see on that block, unlimited shots

Boom, spaghetti, aimin’ the knock at his head, his tomb is ready

I’m the one they call for situations

I call Baby Khay and he gon’ bake ‘em

We send seven shots then we gon’ chase him

You cannot run from this beam it’s a laser

How he thought that his mother could save him?

We throw four more then we erase ‘em

Free all the goons on the Island with razors

D’z tryna chase us, and catch a vacation

He dropped a song called “Slide”, that’s somethin’ that he didn’t do, damn

Tell Waunny to get out the stu’

Like, we in Koney and we tryna hoop

Like, when Slime died he didn’t shoot

How the fuck **** mentionin’ Lo?

When bro died we got the wheels, fuck a troop

We be slidin’ like roller blades do

Free Gbaby got locked with the move

Too slimy, it ain’t for no reason

Backdoor open that’s how we gon’ keep it

Fazo G had the G in his vid’, but when he got shot guess he didn’t keep it

D Glizz said he smokin’ his dead and they didn’t do nothin’ guess they didn’t peep it

Like, Dior, Slime, Tony, Jack, so many dead **** they grievin’

He ain’t Usain they boltin' away, but I’ll flick him down if he tryna push up

We puttin’ switches on g-locks, throwin’ some shit that’s gon’ wake the whole hood up

I’ma creep with my mask do it proper, walk down gang, no Biggie, who shot ya?

Number 7 that boy an imposter

I bet I call the 0’s and they gon’ floxk them

I’ma start like this, first you never hang out the whip

Walk up the block, I’m tryna floxk

Bet we gon’ throw mad shots at the Rips, hold on

Rico went out like a dick, new opp just died gotta add to the list

He jackin’ Sterling he gettin’ this switch

Said we smokin’ on Ty, ****, top of the six

Hold on, look, I’ma come clean

Ty Flex know what we did on the B

And Tazzo, that **** fast on his feet

He be smokin’ on bro but it’s not what it seems

Giggs got shot, what’s one times three?

Three times, I know his body felt weak

Oh my god, what happened to Lee?

Heard the Billies did bad two times in a week

Look, everywhere that I go is oppy

If you run up, you die, wallahi

I’ma spin through the B with choppy’s

See Humble Gz get left in that lobby

1120, come out that lobby

Like, free twin, he went dumb with the deuce

They know he always stay right beside me

Spinnin’ on Bev it’s about to get homi’

I get low when I go on a drill

When Lo Bands died I barely spoke

I get wheels when I drive through the 5

And I still don’t care if they jackin’ my bro

****, it’s slow

You cannot chill, you ain’t lootin’ for Lo

On bro, y’all **** better get low

You can get shot if you think it’s a joke

I’m shootin’ at anything droppin’ my Folk

Hop out the V, walk up, start dumpin’

My **** not for discussion

Big knock, can’t slip

Big G3, I’m aimin’ for your muffin

When you see me in person you not really with it

Masked up, I’m not for the bluffin’, like

Call Lul Keem, we out to the B

**** talkin’, they never on nothin’

I had him runnin’ and duckin’ his top

Two demons bendin’ through that block

Hollows dumpin’, aimin’ for his shh

Like, that’s a Billy in a box

Free the bros, I love ‘em a lot

Hand phones, can’t trust no thot

Like, MB on the wheels he diggin’

Four knocks in the V, only stoppin’ for cops

Said I’m back on that drill shit

It ain’t no competition I’m back on that kill shit

Like, Giggs got shot three times

On bro, I’m about to tell you some real shit

When I bend through that block they gon’ feel this

**** ootin’, they hittin’ civilians

Like, .40 on me, get to barkin’ and shit

EF sides, you know where real is