Warzone Pt. 2

(They let froumosa on the track, bitch) (Josh!) Grrah, grrah, grrah Baow baow (ah) This shit deeper than rap, man, this shit ain't no cap Tryna push up on me, get him wacked (baow, baow, baow) Nazzy dead and y'all still ain't get back (Nazzy) Reload and bend and we spinning right back (baow-baow) Like, I'ma ooter, just watch how I black Back out the chop and niggas running laps How many opps done got took off the map? Bobby, Diddy, Charley got packed (Bobby) Can't forgot about shh, he got hit in his back Like, if he with his boo, get 'em clapped Try to reach for my chain, he would never do that (like, nah) EBS demons, we gotta' move tact', like (EBS) I been feignin' to catch me a pack Eli a bitch, how you told? You a rat (you a rat) Beat on his head, got 'em running like track Like, think, bro not a ooter you smacked They like, "Yus, you the face of the Bronx", that's a fact Nigga, move, I'm tryna get niggas clapped Nigga, boom, bullets gon' beat on his back Nigga, zoom, I'm tryna run up the racks Like, you don't know me so stop looking back Don't panic, up it, then I double tap Don't run, bro got the beam on his strap Like, oh, he DOA? Cut off his tat' I'm a top three shotta better check the stats Spin on my dollie, them niggas get clapped Big gun got kick, they don't know what's attached Don't run, he was running, he didn't look back Red beam on the gun if that boy try to run Up on his mommy and daddy and son Bend the mitch, tryna leave niggas done Like, up my fingers, I still make 'em run I'm the face of the Bronx, niggas know where I'm from Up first knocka, throw like a tun Don't run, don't trip, red beam on the shh Blitz both ways, put the beam on a shh Runnin' on feet, put the beam on a shh Big F.E.B., you can't be with us F.E.B. going straight to the top Money, bitch's, fame, guap' They like, "Yus, how you bought a new watch?" You reach for my chain, on my mother you shot Red beam on his hip, he run, get him shot When we spin we knocking his top He gon' walk with a limp if he moving wock' If he with his bitch then they both getting shot Got a big four fifth, no, this shit ain't no prop They be like, "Yus cool, bitch, I'm on hots" I told brodie move back if I catch me a opp Watch out, like This shit deeper than rap, man, this shit ain't no cap (ah!) Tryna push up on me, get him wacked (baow, baow, baow) Nazzy dead and y'all still ain't get back (Nazzy) Reload and bend and we spinning right back (baow-baow) Like, I'ma ooter, just watch how I black Back out the chop and niggas running laps How many opps done got took off the map? Bobby, Diddy, Charley got packed (Bobby) Can't forgot about shh, he got hit in his back Like, if he with his boo, get 'em clapped Try to reach for my chain, he would never do that (like, nah) EBS demons, we gotta' move tact', like (EBS) I been feignin' to catch me a pack Eli a bitch, how you told? You a rat (you a rat) Beat on his head, got 'em running like track Like, think, bro not a ooter you smacked Like, the face of the Bronx Ah