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World War III Lyrics
Dont politics on the insanes nigga
You know how we coming nigga
Babies, 23, FLC
You know how we coming
Opps get hit and they call the cops
Double O he dont think, he just up it and hawk his top
All these opps getting choked a lot
While these boys talking hot
When they know I dont talk a lot
And Im shooting to end his life
When he open the door he get met with a couple pipes
Not trapped for a couple nights
You gon run from the sound, but go duck when you see the light
When you see me its terrorism
Say your big homie dead well, you can get buried with him
Send bro and I know he hit him
One chop, two chops start blicking with a steady rhythm
Me and Black, all black on a late night
They gone know who did it when the face white
Rock throwing up the V when the brake light
Oppers skin gone melt when the eight bite
Why you stalling, me and gang gon spin through
Got a dot on his head like he Hindu
Cant run from the shots gone win you
Blue tip pop his face like a pimple
Moving tact you get cooked like a dinner plate
Do a drill then we back on the interstate
Bullets hot you get blicked and your skin opaque
Do a drill with my guys then we sit and wait
Besides all the politics nigga
Who spinning?
clutch
Two grips and a brief like Im Jeff Hardy
Last call from his mom, its a death parting
Max from the have him aching faking
heart bitter
Twenty-three shots when the stars get him
TJ all the way on a different pace
Double O got his eye on the interscope
Kill him close
Babies masked and we flicking grains
The position, we clicking things
and we clicking things
What? Beef cant settle, took charge
Now Im back to defending
Trap house Babies crazy
Throw that .9 at your back and receive it
Pistol talk to the Federallies, please
Off the porch, leave the score up to the streets
Hop out the V, get to blamming
M-Dot leave you drenched in your fashion
Face was on the PIX-11
Purge night, closed race, stain gang
move tact if you talk them digits
move tact, fingers itching, blitzing
Soo woo,
One chop, move wock
Get you boo wet
Lil kids never chilling with opps
They setting a drop
, they move up the block
Babies sliding unlimited flock
then we plot again
Hop out the Burban and to God
dash, its a different slide
dash, its a different slide
Ed, Edd, and Eddie no picking pies
OMBK how my niggas ride
Spin through the then we leaving nines
Cant fuck with fuck with no lame niggas
They switch sides
Couldnt find their own lane so they dick ride
Niggas talk like they out but they inside
I know that for a fact thats how bitches lie
Run in your crib let me get that
Call brodie its time for the get back
Bitches love when I shoot then I step back
Bullets inserted right where his chest at
I put my life in this street shit
Swear to god I dont tolerate weakness
On court Im on offense and defense
Call Pop and he got it the cheapest
Got 23 shots for you opp niggas
He survive he gone die in a hospital
Kick doors come look in the house for you
Kick doors come look in the house for you
Smoking dead opps got me lazy
This new clip I filled up is for Jaydee
Put a beam on the tip, no safety
When I spin through the Ville, he gon take three
Dee Sav better run ricky, run
Told bro dont stop just shoot til its done
New .40 came equip with a drum
Spin through my block are you dumb are you dumb
Aint no hesitation its a man down anybody can get it
Final destination you a damn clown all my niggas with it
How you politicing, you aint spin yet
You aint touch a damn soul
Niggas politicing til the choppas hit him
Up the pole then Im back home
Two, three shots out the V or hop out and squeeze
Either way its a man down
Niggas start copping a plea til I pull up for real show you niggas some damn clowns
thats the big bro
When he spin on the opps he let six go
When he spin on the opps he let six go
Bodies drop all the time then we get low
When he spin on the opps he let six go
Two fifty rock you know how we coming
Im back
Shit dont stop
EBK nigga, OMBK nigga, fuck nigga
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Pop Out Lyrics
Structure
Babies, babies
TMO
Ho-ho-ho
Oh, you toting Glocks? Pass me the tre pizzy
Come to your block like, Yo, Cigg, throw up mack and I piece Ciggy
Dont trip cause the breesh with me
For my crippies, Ill crack out
JJ gon back out, clear the whole background
You hear them gun sounds, grrt-da-bap
My shooters pop out when they moving too tac
If we outside, its like two or three straps
Uh, they is not tough enough
They better structure up
Fore this shit get critical
Left his bitch looking all miserable
Too many Glocks, we could pick and choose
If you bluff on the Brim, thats a stupid move
Get a TD and I act like Victor Cruz
Tell them, tell them niggas dont play with us
My shooter dont care, he too dangerous
We the smoke you dont want, nigga, angel dust
And if you want us dead, then come aim at us
Plus I wont say no names when they takin us
Get it, take it
The breesh be the reason she naked
Too many shots and I dont need no aimin
She know what to do cause I put her in trainin
Is you gon slide or what?
Is you gon ride or what?
If shit gettin litty , uh, is you ready to die or what?
Pop out , is you ready to slide or what?
Is you ready to , uh, is you ready to die or what?
Is you ready to die or what?
Take his soul, now his body stuck
Panicking mannequin, out of luck
Finish him, diligence, pedals bust
Please dont chopper bluff
TJ, he with me, he skeet, thats the gun, aint no drip talk
Get him picked off
Do his criss-cross
Yo Sleezy, Yo Bizzy
Here go the four-fizzy
Two, three shots have him running, Ricky
Got plenty
Bullets is mixed, so the feds is confused when we empty
Look, when we slide, get them doors open
See a ghost out the trunk when the Sleez uppin
End of discussion
Thats structure
Get to a bag, Im upper
Out the window
Watch em sketch up the block, no stencil
Take the plate off the ride, we bend through
Paramedicsll ride, we send you
Know the Devil and God, we friends too
Pop his top like Ciroq or something
When its a shot, aint no coaching
Me and Blizzo, we scorching
Like the shark, you aint swag like some shore fish
Is you gon slide or what?
Is you gon ride or what?
If shit gettin litty , uh, is you ready to die or what?
Pop out , is you ready to slide or what
Is you ready to , uh, is you ready to die or what
Is you gon slide or what?
Is you gon ride or what?
If shit gettin litty, uh, is you ready to die or what?
Pop out , is you ready to slide or what?
Is you ready to , uh, is you ready to die or what?
Pop out, is you ready to slide or what?
Is you ready to, is you ready to slide or what?
Grah
Pop out
Crack out2Embed |
Drill Story Lyrics
It’s no kids in the spot, take out the drugs and them pills and the lean, what we need in the spot
Got the treesh in the spot, we kickin doors, everyone in the floor, what we need is the guap
What we need is the guap, if he tweak he get choked
We gon stoke him and leave him to bleed in the spot
We gon bake in the spot, me and Black on the tags
See the look on their face when we creepin the spot
They aint leavin the spot
Shoot em like Klay up in three from the chop
All they seen was the plot, fuck the heat from the shot
All they seen was the dot
All they seen was the dot, thats that beam on the chop, put the stash up
I dont got time for the games with the beggar
I need one tuck it go up and then blast that
I get you lined in the box like a hashtag
We need the keys to the safe or the code to the safe
If he put it wrong put some holes in his face
Put the chrome to her face
This bitch cope with me, run in the spot, had the smirk on her face
Wipe the smirk off your face, we not playin bitch
Black and white not the ones to be playin with
Put all the breesh in the bag and stop staring bitch
cause you look at my eyes and Im airin shit
Hold on, time to get out of the spot, cops are surrounding the block
Neighbours is calling the cops cause they hearin them shots
We got the breeshy, how we escape on the block, we caught them mordible pds
We spillin death If you see me, you hit the spot dont be greedy, please dont be greedy
Pass me the keys, Im tryna get off the scene but the pigs are surrounding the V, had to get off on feet
We took a right by the , If they catch us we shoot at the D
Only thing left on my mind is to get all this bread off the street so that Babies can eat
Only if my baby knew what I did to put shoes on her feet
Now we back to the crib, roll up the dead and we laugh about all of the shit that we did
All the licks that we hit, all the bread that we split
All the ops that we hit, I remember this shit
Search on the way for two armed man accused in a home invasion robbery in Brooklyn. Police is realising the surveillance video of the suspects. Investigators say the men forced their way into a
31-year-old mans apartment near Grand Street1Embed |
For The Gang Lyrics
For the gang, babies gon hop out them Jeeps, get to kick, get to drumming
For the gang, we just gon sweep through them streets cause my janitors coming
For the gang, babies gon hop out them Jeeps, get to kick, get to drumming
For the gang, for the gang
For the gang, babies gon hop out them Jeeps, get to kick, get to drumming
For the gang, we just gon sweep through them streets cause my janitors coming
For the gang, babies gon hop out them Jeeps, get to kick, get to drumming
For the gang, we just gon sweep through them streets cause my janitors coming
For the gang, cook him like take him, we bake him, we burning his muffin
Look, you a stain, first snatch your chains, rob the jeweller
got me bussin
Im a alpha, post like Ibaka
Let off shots, have him feel like Sinatra
Dont get stitched like a muppet
You moving too tactical, trust that Im slugging
You get stuffed with these shells, now you in bed rest with twenty a stomach
Now your priest making visits
Crossfire, halo top, bring the whole choir
And this shit cause the jocking
You hear them shots, now his heart skipping
Gang, gang, gang
Remember them nights, villains
We see a prey, now we all on it
Break bread, you cannot eat, you aint starve with us
For the gang, did you slide?
Affiliate yourself with that mission
Have him flap like a pigeon, he play with my blood and we sic em
Mr Black, Mr White on the goalie mission
I took the shots, he reload the bullets
Yall think you safe, we gon keep it coming
Ghostbusters, cross the Crips, aint no love from us
Go text on the net, watch it get back, we just sit back, get them blickys ready, see it spit facts
If locations is accurate, choppa take souls, you get sent to the Nazareth pussy
Niggas duck while they gathering, tuta named Katherine, send the drop and the matics in
For the gang, she just gon suck it, gon fuck it, get the drop from the oppys
Look, we dont need a molly, you jacking his K/D we spinning your body
Prolly kidnap your mommy, cut up her body, get sold to them zombies
Business with the oppys, I dont got it on me, they send me the shotty
The bullets departing, you cannot dodge
Bullets into your body
(The bullets departing, you cannot dodge
Bullets into your body)
For the gang, babies gon hop out them Jeeps, get to kick, get to drumming
For the gang, we just gon sweep through them streets cause my janitors coming
For the gang, babies gon hop out them Jeeps, get to kick, get to drumming
For the gang, we just gon sweep through them streets cause my janitors
In the arms got a baby here bleeding out
Fuck the broom, get the mop, we gon clean it out
Watch him walk out the house, bullets steam his scalp
Skin is cold in the spot, like the heat is out
Got the heaters out, gang is creeping round
Apollo Creed in the choppa, lets beat him down
In the hallway like gang didnt need a house
For the gang, split heads with my chop, dont ask me, he in Satans hands
Max ThaDemon I dont follow Jesus plan, if you do Ill just press bullets, you meet the man
Told he flying like Peter Pan
Got the drums in the spot, we dont need a band
All the sticks in the spot, we the drummer boys
And his brain get thrown back when the gun deploy
You dont scream from this chop, get a different toy
Have you up in the church like a christian boy
He got wet in the church like a altar boy
Holy water, the whole choir, kidnap your sister, you dont find her
Got the heat in the streets, Im the Ghost Rider
He not heated enough, he get more fire
And thats more trauma, shoot from all angles like, where to run?
If my .30 get jammed, click a different one
I got Black in the cut, he the hidden one
If my shot dont connect, he not missing son
He like, Where in the fuck is yall hitting from?
And we dressed in all black, we got mittens on
And we dressed in all black, we got
Gang, gang, gang
For the gang, babies gon hop out them Jeeps, get to kick, get to drumming
For the gang, we just gon sweep through them streets cause my janitors coming
For the gang, babies gon hop out them Jeeps, get to kick, get to drumming
For the gang, we just gon sweep through them streets cause my janitors coming2Embed |
Suicide Lyrics
Who am I? Someone thats afraid to let go
You decide if youre ever gonna let me know
Suicide if you ever try to let go, uh
Im sad, I know, yeah, Im sad, I know, yeah
Who am I? Someone thats afraid to let go
Gang, gang
Drop a bag we gon slide through the block
Ima move close on an opp, Ima manage a shot
Free Aiden, always down for the block
We get him pitched out his socks now he down in a box
Down in her throat by some inches
Hit with extensions, Ima send to blick em
Shit could get wicked, shoot like JO while he clickin
He movin hot on his pivot
On that block, so you finished
Bro wet him up like some dishes
Now his ligaments missin
We gon smoke like a donut
We thank the Lord cause he chose us
Play disrespect, sendin soldiers
Huh, look, look, we bag him up, tag his toe up
Glock got a dick so its pissin
But on the bible its sinnin, its sendin commitments
Slick in my denims
Im totin hollows, thats in em
Go sick for the breeshy
She let me sit cause she treeshy
The animal, I go beastie
I thought he died, but lets mush him
I got the call, brodie panicked
He coulda swore that he took him
The life that we livin
Its gettin money or blitzin
And the life that you livin
You could get left like a witness
And dont lack while we spinnin
Caliber been spittin this vicious
Used to trap on my jail
She capped on my name, she not preggo
Used me for garments and pesos
Cant be on that live, on that radar
We come in three come and spray yall
We hit that opp then we take off
Send him on T get him paid off
Suicide gang call me James Bond
.30 gon sing like its Trey Songz
Big booty bitch got her thing on
She pop a perc then we lay up
I dump that bitch on her make-up
Lovin her jaws, fuck her face up
Niggas get money and change up
Only my brothers we dangerous
Not a dime, not a soul that can change us
Droppin a thumb, gettin facelift
Got a mop on the chop, so its maintenance
Niggas get low so they plankin
Hollows gon touch, better thank us
We see this man, theres no savior
We see his mans, droppin gang too
Different poles, different souls, different angles
Who am I? Someone thats afraid to let go
You decide if youre ever gonna let me know
Suicide if you ever try to let go, uh
Im sad, I know, yeah, Im sad, I know, yeahEmbed |
Season Lyrics
Its that season with my demons
He dont drop we repeating
If he hungry bullets feed em
50 shots in this chop i be tweakin’
Its that season with my demons
He dont drop we repeating
If he hungry bullets feed em
50 shots in this chop i be tweakin
Ciggyblack off the he be geekin’
Knockems around got my mask for the season
Never talk on the dead you could meet em
Think about drills with the guys we some demons
We not doing that back and forth shit
Stomach shot got him feeling nauseous
50 shots I be tweakin
One on top for a rеason
Forty-niner catch me squeezin
Up the hе recievin
Intercept bullets reachin
He got checked I just did it
Got 3 knocks in the v for the mission
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ADHD Lyrics
Hargo production
Gang signs in this bitch, you know how the fuck we rockin
Gang, gang
Watch em
Enough is -
Watch em
Enough is enough
I dont do the dissin back
Touch one of my movers
Run up then we boomin , put holes in his fitted cap
Double O’s where the killers at
If patrolling the P’z its a boobie trap
So we blow by the till
Catch me an OMB peasant get hit with this ratchet
She a dyke its attached with some plastic
Call Tz he get popped for the acting
If she scream then we snatching her, actress
She get sold to them papi’s they asking
Its a drought, in that traffic they panic
20k for a body on that end
Im in tune with some other shit
Got it tucked in my diaper Im searching Im off a pill
Linden where they at
45th send him back
Dont care if the sirens on rush
Look then we leaving him wacked
Get us all off the map
Special .38
ADHD when I blow it cant stay in place
Call up 226
Ball like A.I in 05
Get hit wit blue tips
Make him bachata
Hella rounds inna pool stick
For the gang in the way we gon boom shit
Im what you call
My choppa sing, lullabys
Felons crack out just for anybody
Two or three poles move bogus we leave a zombie
Dont care if he flossin or wooin or chooin Parley in Garvey
Talk hot then we chalk the body
Aint no chitter chat
EBK on my fucking cap
they dont check the body
No I cant help Im sorry
Blow, you done crossed the boundaries
Linden where they at
45th send him back
Dont care if the sirens on rush
Look then we leaving him wacked
Get us all off the map
Special .38
ADHD when I blow it cant stay in placeEmbed |
4 Your Love Lyrics
I guess you wonder where Ive been
Gang, gang, gang, gang
I searched to find a love within
Watch em
Rrah, rrah
Im a demon, I do try to hide it
Fake love feel real, you disguise it
Brodie point, Ima draw, Ima drop shit
For the love of the gang, she gon line em
Watch the killer get killed, it take time
Why you hate on a man on the grind?
I done seen a grown man throw his life for some shine
Clout-addicted niggas out of line
Out of sight and niggas out of mind
Free bro, brodie doin time
.357 spinnin like a blender
God forgive mе, I was born a sinner
Hop out shootin, shootin like Im Kemba
Gotta show lovе from a distance
Need a bad bitch, like she Walker
Uh, I get em slimed like he Porter
Ill be damned I get slimed by an Albo
.44 chrome bullets hittin his tonsils
Stepper move tact like Marvel
Uh, look
Shit be different, Im missin my bros
Some dead, some aint comin home
Love my lady, Im feelin alone
I go bendin when Im in that zone
Cold hearted but Im dressed in Chrome
Talkin crazy, now you in a song
On the news, on a tee, get em gone
Gang, gang, gang gang gang
Well, Im in a daze from your love, you see
Rrah, rrah
Im a demon, I do try to hide it
Fake love feel real, you disguise it
Brodie point, Ima draw, Ima drop shit
For the love of the gang, she gon line em
Watch the killer get killed, it take time
Why you hate on a man on the grind?
I done seen a grown man throw his life for some shine
Clout-addicted niggas out of line
Clout-addicted niggas out of line
Its a difference when you on a grind
You dont know if you hittin, so you keepin silent
Real situations will bring out the real you
Showed too much love, your dad shouldve killed you
What you heard? They didnt hear you
Now you heartless and now niggas fear you
Dont try to cheat, cause I be prepared too
Fuck your feelings
I could show I dont care too
Paint you a picture
So I could show you a clear view
I could show I dont care too
Uh, look, I could show I dont care too
Im a demon, I do try to hide it
Fake love feel real, you disguise it
Brodie point, Ima draw, Ima drop shit
For the love of the gang, she gon line em
Watch the killer get killed, it take time
Why you hate on a man on the grind?
I done seen a grown man throw his life for some shine
Clout-addicted niggas out of line
I guess you wonder where Ive been
Gang, gang, gang, gang
I searched to find a love within
Watch em
Rrah, rrahEmbed |
Things I Don’t Mean Lyrics
Watch em
Bae, why you aint back right now?
You know when I get mad I say things I dont—
I get mad, I say things I dont mean
When you leave, I be missin your knees
Ooh bae, yeah she a freak
If I stalk you, I might be a creep
Im your dog, give me a leash
Im in love, beauty and beast
Thugs cry, please be my peace
Heart cold and Im blamin the streets
Mean it hurts, but my scars really deep
Je taime, man I love you in French
Comment ça va? what I text you instead
Je taime when I put you to bed
I bе buggin, look
I be thinkin bout fuckin you, uh
I be thinkin I lovin you
But Im wrong, and Im hurtin you
Get goofy, I know you comfortablе
Get moody, you thinkin Im subbin you
And truthfully, I just be missin you
And truthfully, I just be missin you, uh
We touchin, less fuckin, lets vibe
Back shots, oh you tryna ride?
Submission, Im grippin your thigh
Just listen, Im feeling this vibe
Would you stay if I wasnt the topic?
Would you stay if I wasnt in fly shit?
Would you stay if I work nine to five?
Would you stay if I wasnt that guy?
Would you stay if I aint have a profit?
If I cheat, would you give me more chances?
If I love you, dont take it for granted
Anything that you have, it could vanish
Understand it
I get mad, I say things I dont mean
When you leave, I be missin your knees
Ooh bae, yeah she a freak
If I stalk you, I might be a creep
Im your dog, give me a leash
Im in love, beauty and beast
Thugs cry, please be my peace
Heart cold and Im blamin the streets
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Bully Lyrics
Raa Raa
Watch em
Gang gang gang
I aint gon lie I might get a little disrespectful on this one, but not too disrespectful
Ya feel what Im saying?
Word to my mother, Turtle
We caught an opp
We make a movie
Fat ass, rub on her booty
Screaming we got one yelling out Boonski
I be lurking I be with the foolery
Bitch I be bugging and shit if you throw up them signs I wont lie knock him out of the whip
Aim for heads now a nigga dead
Thinking he a bully take him out like Craig
Star shooter only aim for net
6 feet cuz the disrespect
Kick a chevy yeah I got a jwеt
Yeah I bust a move drop a nigga set
30 in thе uh make a nigga fetch
Oh you jacking opps? Ima say less
Brodie do a walk-up we circle the rest
Ricky turned his back bullets through his neck
Face shot how he aint dead?
He aint spin back, nigga, on the net
Ask niggas whats up when they talk on the dead
Like its skelly I park when I plug him with lead
Fuck having a get him slimed like Bishop
Jackie my missus and bitch Im a mister
Dont approach on an opp I let it
Raa Raa Raa Raa Raa
Chop out the window like a pet
DOA if we catch him in the chest
Bitch I been shooting Os
Knock an O out an O free double O
We performing them niggas making shows
Make it clap talking bout Sitchy
He get whacked cuz he on 50
Cuz he seven we getting reckless
Like chess, nigga not checkers
We some vets who gon check us?
Get him hit thats a good message
Aint no wonder we making it hot
Like a skillet we frying the block
Long range gon up on the spot
Brodie swerving no throwing the knots
We caught an opp
We make a movie
Fat ass, rub on her booty
Screaming we got one yelling out Boonski
I be lurking I be with the foolery
Bitch I be bugging and shit if you throw up them signs I wont lie knock him out of the whip
Aim for heads now a nigga dead
Thinking he a bully take him out like CraigEmbed |
Dishonest Lyrics
Watch em
Watch ’em
I fuck niggas bitches
How can I trust mines?
Rags to the riches
Run it up do it more times
She a slime, she not fine nine
Do the dash on the I9
Lamb truck on the drive-by
Move tact when we slide by
Makin bands off the Zaza
And she matchin in Prada
I can’t trust you designers
Hope my feelings just vanish
No paparazzi we flash em we blam em
Mask on but we still up on camera
Brodie died and she fuckin in two days
Fuck love, and that truth say
Hide my feelings in DUsse
Sex tape, no blu-ray
Only call me when you moody
Wanna fuck mе dont be groupie
DTB, this an anthem
I cant trust hеr Im just sayin’
Wanna vibe and non-relation
And she foreign, speak the language
Caught him lackin’ please dont panic
The bands and rubber-banding
Chanel be on her luggage
She a blasé, I can’t cuff it
And my mans because you did it
Movin funny with your digits
In my lane I never hit it
Its my turn them niggas fakin
Fake love is irritatin’
Choppa shootin make a blanket
Trey blow them niggas singin
I dont want your love at all
And my feelings gone since my brodie gone
I dont want your love at all
Ay, my feelings gone since my brodie gone
Im back at it
Play the block, we was good at it
Do the dash, I aint plannin on crashin
Fucked her friend, now she movin dramatic
If you know what you did when I said it
You a hoe and I give you your credit
And my life soon be on the debit
Swipin Louis and lookin impressive
Make sure mama good, uh, gang lookin great
Put some food on they plate
Fuck love, you aint safe
Fuck her friend just in case
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Backdoor Lyrics
Glah glah
Gang gang gang
You gotta trust the process, secure the bag nigga
Watch em, drop em
Gang gang
How you smokin backdoor and that shit dont exist?
Its a sin if I pray on a hit
Fuck it, Im prayin to God I dont miss
No disrespect, but Im tryna shit
Like, but karma a bitch
Like, so I know I wont slip
Think he safe, then we makin it lit
I know a brick that got shot in his shit
Aint no time to be runnin and trippin
Feel the heat from this chop while Im clickin
You talkin that shit you aint livin
See a opp, put his soul through the ceiling
Im like Tom, I dont like Jerry livin
My initials, she feelin the pendant
Thought he died, how the fuck nigga livin?
Gang
I like when the opps get on BT
Shit gettin worser and worse
I got a stick in this D.E
I dont think it can fit in her purse
Now therеs a citizen app, used to turn on the T.V
A nigga gеt clapped, you could look through phone full screen
He got shot in his head for his home team
Gang
I remember them nights I was lonely
Free 24, like Kobe
Brodie a lefty, he shoot like Ginobili
Got some shit on my hip, dont approach me
Put his brain on his shoulder
My 23s, on Locust
Bounce out gang when we hop out and throw shit
Glah glah, glah glah
How you smokin backdoor and that shit dont exist?
Its a sin if I pray on a hit
Fuck it, Im prayin to God I dont miss
No disrespect, but Im tryna shit
Like, but karma a bitch
Like, so I know I wont slip
Think he safe, then we makin it lit
I know a brick that got shot in his shit 1Embed |
Butterfly Lyrics
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
I get those goosebumps every—
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
I get those goosebumps everytime, yeah
Think Im lackin, Im not cause I got it
Four nickel cant fit in my pocket
Why she movin like she being honest?
Fucked her friend, now Im being dishonest
Get him slimed by his mans for a profit
When I lost bro, I told him I got her
How you left me bro, you was a father
Young days used to thug through the charters
Niggas dyin for shit they aint part of
Not a coach, get em stepped by the starters
Full court, man we playin the hardest
Side step, long three, gon spark it
Four deep when we slidin on Larkin
When you hurtin so much, you get heartless
When she fuckin your mans, it hit harder
When she feenin for you like Mrs. Parker
Free like a butterfly, she want a Ella
She wanna come back, dont know what to tell her
Im disappointed, I shouldve knew better
Im with the vibeys, Im blockin her cellular
In my bag and Im still with the members
Uniform, and I dont call it drip still
Spot a opp and I throw at his windshield
.38 gon spin like a windmill
Take mines, take yours, how the pain feel?
Look, fuck it Im a beast, Ima throw
.40 make him slip like soap
I be settin them trends, Im a GOAT
Upper hand, like IT, Ima float
Gang gang
Think Im lackin, Im not cause I got it
Four nickel cant fit in my pocket
Why she movin like she being honest?
Fucked her friend, now Im being dishonest
Get him slimed by his mans for a profit
When I lost bro, I told him I got her
How you left me bro, you was a father
Young days used to thug through the charters
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah
You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine
Worried bout those comments
Im way too numb, yeah, its way too dumb, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah
You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine
Worried bout those comments
Im way too numb, yeah, its way too dumb, yeah
I get those goosebumps every—Embed |
Go Crazy Lyrics
A Lau on the Beat
Ay, AR
Look
Niggas better check my rap sheet
AR dont rap I clap heat
You aint gone ride better play the backseat
Amiris for the day aint baggy
Dont hit me if it aint cashy
I be wavin glizzy like I need a taxi
Once I get the lead they cannot pass me
I remember niggas used to lap me
Locked up these bitches used to cap me
Now Im in my Birkin Bag on Ashley
And I like my bitches bad and classy
Nico comin home its gone be nasty
Still got the gang with me but them niggas already know that shit
Shooter dont play with me everywhere I go he tote that stick
Armed and dangerous, cant lack I already know Im lit
Armed and dangerous, cant lack I swear I tote my grip
All them choppers, he was droppin the gang he got burned
We do not play we got guns, smoke drugs to the face I cop Runtz
If I tell flock bruh, we bent to the dash we got some
Young nigga dripped in designer and Im mixing off any bottle
Gang
Why he moving so flagrant
He get turned to a patient
And that ass throw her back its amazing
Off a perc throw it back I be quaking
Call up AR, boy like JR, back to the block with them shakers
Get to the bag like the takers, try to run up you just did me a favor
Meet up, uh, he gone meet up his maker
Rock like he Chapo
Nine to his denims, get left out his Tahoe
If you lack thats his business
Glock with extensions
Now he dealt with some misses
Choppa he banged and he dealt with the witness
Paranoia got me, I dont answer my door without the rocket
And I wonder why niggas be flashing em, its so easy to up it and pop it, uh
But lets switch the topic, I be seeing these boys tryna copy
I aint dread but my pockets knotty
You get a shot we pull up at your posse
Its 26 and the babies we bending em
Hotels only time we be checking in
Have Choppa and Milly go handle that
I bet they gone get the message then
Boy Ive been toting since 2010
My glizzy close to me I dont need any friends
I aint 50 but Many Men, Many Men
Diamonds be all different colors like M&Ms
way us nigga
Im surrounded by dangerous killers
Really wit it dont play tough nigga
Hit it once I cant lay up nigga
I cannot lack keep a K tucked nigga
If he from it the gang come get em
In a race to the lanes Im switching
All the fuck niggas hate Im different, yeah
Still posted with my shooters
Jaleeky stay with 2 guns
Do not move hot just move up
I can make Choppa do ya
KG pull up and boom some
Fuck all of the opps they losers
That little thot gon choose us
Cuz she see all of these blue bucks
Got my savage up
Mommy satisfying
It was plain rice, it was lonely nights
I heard my momma crying
It was glizzies, pipes, tryna take a life
Hoping an opp a dying
Got a laser beam, please dont make a scene
I dont know why he trying
Got on latex when we catch rec
Dont know who the plug supplying
Mask on no Coronavirus
on the chop man he really sliding
Gang moving tact and I know they watchin
260 on the shot clock, make your block hot, this is a last , gang
Niggas better check my rap sheet
AR dont rap I clap heat
You aint gone ride better play the backseat
Amiris for the day aint baggy
Dont hit me if it aint cashy
I be wavin glizzy like I need a taxi
Once I get the lead they cannot pass me
I remember niggas used to lap me
Locked up these bitches used to cap me
Now Im in my Birkin Bag on Ashley
And I like my bitches bad and classy
My nigga Nico home it gon be nastyEmbed |
Young Lyrics
Gang, gang, gang
Watch em
Watch em
Itd be wrong if I tweet
Man down, he aint dead then repeat
She dont love me, she playin with fire
You not ridin like Martin for Gina
Bitch you toxic, like Tommy and Pam
Yeah I got it, I up it and blam
Why you bluffin? I aint takin no chances
Off the pills, shawty takin advantage
When I cheat, she cant understand it
No fur, but she stitchin like Candace
I was hurt, but I got a bandage
And I felt so abandoned
Look, dont care bout the cameras
Get picked, like, nigga just draft him
Pop this ten like Im poppin an aspirin
Deal with demons, I need to relax em
I bе steppin, runnin my fashion
Keep it on me, why is you askin?
Brodie swеrvin, tell him Im crashin
In my feelings, Im thinkin bout past shit
Bro was stompin New York, he was active
CJ spinnin that block till he catch him
Uh, we all was just happy
Right now, they aint worth me sadly
They the reason I told em its jacky
Throwin up and get turned to a picture
Only aimin for shoulders and figure
Soul left, body bag got a zipper
KD got a kick like a punter
Brodie got a kick like a drummer
Stepper got a pump like a plumber
Look, get him drenched, leave him under
Look, heart froze in the summer
Heart still froze in the winter
God protect me from all of this sinnin
Fake love, knew that from beginnin
Look, fake love knew that from beginnin
God protect me from all of this sinnin
Itd be wrong if I tweet
Man down, he aint dead then repeat
She dont love me, she playin with fire
You not ridin like Martin for Gina
Bitch you toxic, like Tommy and Pam
Yeah I got it, I up it and blam
Why you bluffin? I aint takin no chances
Off the pills, shawty takin advantage
When I cheat, she cant understand it
No fur, but she stitchin like Candace
I was hurt, but I got a bandage
And I felt so abandoned Embed |
Current Smoke Lyrics
Hook :
Why he claiming he spinning, he flocking the block boy stop it
We aiming right for his top
Know some rakes i aint into rake dropping
He a rake opper ? Let the fifth clock him
Screaming 9 shots cuz the hat shot him
A crippy could get it too
Like tookie he did it too
EBK pray to god im invisible
Verse :
Sending shots pick up shells like its residue
On the stretch but he died on the medical
What would the shooter do? Up the chop make him miserable
She wanna fuck cuz she see that my bands up
Tie his mans for thе ransom
We gon tweak , thats for sure
If its up thеn its up we want war
Slide on opps , they was nervous
See me plotting , see me creeping
Its that season , we gon bleed em
Moving tact, make em famous
if he think that he’s dangerous x2
Im steady to murder like melly, off white when im catching the becky
Bumping my craft while im doing it,
Run to the bag im pursuing it
Soon protect my patek with this cooler kit
Them kids copping pleas making disstracks
Linden where they at we gon spin back
We gon break em , aint no mismatch
MB no sleeze gon blitz that
XD up his sleeve for the diss rap
And the shit on my waist got a kickback
Fuck a 6 pack , Where his wig at?
Come and slide if you wanna, make him a goner
Gang coming stronger
Opp niggas forfeit
Hook :
Why he claiming he spinning, he flocking the block boy stop it
We aiming right for his top
Know some rakes i aint into rake dropping
He a rake opper ? Let the fifth clock him
Screaming 9 shots cuz the hat shot him
A crippy could get it too
Like tookie he did it too
EBK pray to god im invisibleEmbed |
Paper Chasin Lyrics
Babies Babies
Paper Chasin Paper Chasin I just be chasin the bag
Spin with artillery, Kick with artillery, Spin with artillery
23 23
Glllt, Babies
Paper Chasin Paper Chasin, imma just get to that bag
Paper Chasin Paper Chasin, imma just get to that bag
Paper Chasin Paper Chasin, imma just get to that bag
Paper Chasin Paper Chasin, imma just get to that bag
We jus gon Spin with artillery, Kick with artillery, Spin with artillery
We jus gon Spin with artillery, Kick with artillery, Spin with artillery
Paper Chasin Paper Chasin, imma just get to that bag
Paper Chasin Paper Chasin, imma just get to that bag
Imma dump cuz you played with my
Get the drop tryna pull up and dump
Catch shots we gon blast, Ricky gon flash, we gon flock out the Jag
Catch him and wеt him no conversation
with the gang cuz this time is tickin
Likе the on my pistol no fourty feelin
Had to dodge all my pistol no fourty fill him
Facts Facts, Racks Racks, Dont lurk without keeping a weapon
Paramedics they pull up and stretch him
My knee is hurtin, opps they be hurtin
We get to the purgin
I just sit back and Im waitin
Chasin that to the bag its like crack, Im a patient
I just move back and Im waitin
Chasin that bag its like crack, Im a patient
(Too much loud in the spot, got the neighbors Knockin
We get low from the spot) Then we switch location
On the way got you wrapped all my babies get him
On the way got you wrapped all my babies get him
23-Oh Be the gang bitch
Free the guys sittin up on that gang shit
Red beam on his nose like a clowny
Got the tag on his head like a bounty
Tellin Get Cuz he owe me
Callin up shot cuz he goofy
Say he the dab daddy, Catch a opp make him flip then we dash past him
Say he the dab daddy, Catch a opp then we know that we
say he ain you do not Choo back leavin him toe tagged
Paper Chasin Paper Chasin I just be chasin the bag
Paper Chasin Paper Chasin I just be chasin the bag
We jus gon Spin with artillery, Spin with artillery, Spin with artillery
We jus gon Kick with artillery, Spin with artillery, Spin with artillery
Paper Chasin Paper Chasin I just be chasin the bag
Paper Chasin Paper Chasin I just be chasin the bag
You know Im the top dog They call me K HUNDO
And no I dont talk dog I just let the gun blow
You know that we chase bands and we let the gun smoke
You know that we chase bands no love for these dumb hoes
Two Glocks and it came with a drum roll in the row with the gang with like five poles
Hit you up now your body got five holes, and Baby 23 what I die for
You a and we creepin inside boy
Your death is the penalty
Free my money Im catchin a felony
Fuck all that hatin and jealosy
Im a Rider like Ghost , Tell bro dont back out till he close
007 Im right here, Pop up in your Dream like a Nightmare
I been hella Buzz like im Lightyear All black on a drill, thats the right gear
And I been hella Buzz like im Lightyear, All black on a drill, thats the right gear
We deep in the spot wit a gun tucked, try to run up on me you get gun bucked
Kick her right out the spot she a dumb slut, Kick her right out the spot she a dumb slut
I did a lot for this gang shit, Im Baby 23 Im not average
You can get stretched like elastic, Have you gone in a second like magic
So the life that we live is fantastic
So the life that we live is fantastic
Paper Chasin Paper Chasin, I just be chasin the bag
Paper Chasin Paper Chasin, I just be chasin the bag
We jus gon Spin with artillery, Spin with artillery, Spin with artillery
We jus gon Kick with artillery, Spin with artillery, Spin with artillery
Paper Chasin Paper Chasin, I just be chasin the bag
Paper Chasin Paper Chasin, I just be chasin the bag
I get to these racks, Im flippin these packs, I still make it back nigga
I run to the cash, Im chasin the bag, you know we got mad hittas
Me and Ciggy in the cut, got Kev with us you know he the pack flippa
Your bitch on my body she fiend for the loot she said that im that nigga
Gotchu runnin like the last nigga, Hop out and we blast niggas
We blast it, Disaster, We blast it, Disaster
These niggas, Is actors, Line him up no retractor
We killin, We masters, See you lackin we blast you
Chasin the bag thats a fat jew, Ready to leave with them attitudes
CJ pull up, Black bag on you Pull up its tactical
If you a opp I aint jackin you, Flippin these packs its magical
Flippin these packs its magical
Embed |
All Star Lyrics
Ay Rocky, this wavy
Grah grah grah
Really demons, hop out the v and we get to squeezin
I got some shooters thats really feinin
How they gon spin if we all on defense?
My niggas, really demons
Hop out the V and I get to squeezin
I got some shooters thats really feinin
How they gon spin if we all on defense?
And leavin no, witnesses
My shooter, he not a citizen
We do a hit then we searchin up citizens
You aint with us, nigga where is your membership?
Wе got them 30s, them 40s, them Glocks
Thats likе a broom, and a swiffer, a mop
Dont shoot at legs, we aim straight for your top
I send a but dont think she a thot
Shooters gon flood until we get the drop
Niggas be talkin till we spin they block
She show me love cause I got it on lock
She show me love cause I got it on
My bitch she gon hold the sitchy
She know what to do if they try and get me
Last time I saw Rich he was runnin Ricky
Hop out in all Black like my name is Ciggy
I shoot like a sixer but I aint Jimmy
If a nigga run up we gon give em fifty
I shoot like a sixer but I aint Jimmy
If a nigga run up we gon give em fifty
Like, like, look
These bullets like Dracula, kissin his neck, and we dont be attackin him
Them hollows is structure
Do not cross all the tape see the tints when we fan him
Rip his T like he Hogan
The opps in the runtz what we smokin
Bitch my aim is on focus
Call D body three, G Bando he throwin
Where is your membership?
Pick a role you wont slide by that Jefferson
We hittin innocents, anyone next to them, everyone relevant
Bizzy gon for the checks for the settlement
Right pocket hot, leave him dressed like a gentleman
Triple threat through that block, and we itchin for opps, uh
Two shooters named like
Call my shooters, stop them when them bullets droppin
We dead em no way, waste no time for nonsense
Two shooters named like
Call my shooters, stop them when them bullets droppin
We dead em no way, waste no time for nonsense
Shooters from overseas, I get low on these, cause the sitchy on me, look
Jakes makin accusations bout some altercations cause they snitchin on me
He could get put on the citizen app
Yellow tape right on the floor where he at
I told him, Structure savvy
You feel a way, you can send the addy
I see the subs that they throwin at me
Please do not play, better not attack me
Only money and pussy could make me happy
Please do not play, better not attack me
Only money and pussy could make me happy
Look, they see us, saucin
And worry bout opps, cause Im gettin offers
Please back right, off us
EBK, Structure gang, we are not foreign
Next nigga ask bout my 23 nigga, tryna move you niggas with that bullshit
Bizzy and Ciggy gon pick a position his goofy split when we spinnin em often
Ricky and totin, and I keep it on me, I dont ever see niggas on
Dont see me callin when I see em politicin, I dont argue, thats givin out warnings
Make a movie, movie
Make a performance, Im Martin Lawrence
Niggas be, goofies
He runnin for us, Structure performers Embed |
Kompa Lyrics
Pa Ka Fe Sa x4
Gang Gang
Nigga ki sa you cant do that
Knock his screw back nigga who that
And we boom that if we “touye li”, Its vacation
When my zoes step its nothing to play wit
Came with machetes we cut him up like bacon
We situate the situation
Baby gouyé that mean mami shake it
I speak kréyol she loving the language
You dont speak the language gon get dangerous
“Touye tout” that mean clear the location
I’m like “fout”, that mean fuck!
Boys is coming gotta throw the gun
Dancing like konpa when them bullets dump
Want a feature better havе the funds
Uh uh
Nigga ki sa you cant do that
Knock his screw back nigga who that
And we boom that if wе“touye li”, Its vacation
When my zoes step its nothing to play wit
Came with machetes we cut him up like bacon
We situate the situation
Baby gouyé that mean mami shake it
Goddamn, Goddamn
Goddamn, Gouyé
Goddamn, Gouyé
Goddamn, Gouyé
Better watch out
Free TooScary he clearing them blocks out, Kick the candles
Run up on him don’t need for your handle
Talk on bro and you need to be handled
Put an opp nigga on a channel
Clip long like tangled
I’m the reason y’all lit, pop out
We the reason y’all stay with a chop now
Nigga ki sa you cant do that
Knock his screw back nigga who that
And we boom that if we “touye li”, Its vacation
When my zoes step its nothing to play wit
Stupid, Embed |
Just Us Lyrics
Ay yeah
Drench
They cannot get with the Drench
26 cant forget the 23
He aint Muslim but we aim for Kufis
Hot nine in rotation like Druski
He get caught they gon do him like Boomski
He on court, give him six, he the goat now
Im the shit, she drivin the boat now
Came home in the winter with a sweater on
I got multiple coats now
Look, get it together
And go get some Amiris, stop drippin whatever
Any problem, I was the aggressor
Take his bitch, we applying the pressure
Dice game is a band up
Every piece of my clothes up
Free all my niggas they stand up
I bet they regret when they ran up
Watch em
I got chops that be kickin like Bruce Lee
Two chops, I be slidin like Toosii
get lined by a groupie
30 shots deep, he not a uzi
Niggas slidin for a pat on the back
I was certain we slide to attack
These Amiris can tell by the tag
Double dutches when them demons clap
He get boomed now he left in the past
Free the bros, eatin oatmeal
32 to his back like he ONeil
And my wife is still mad bout an old kill
And we still reminisce bout them old drills
I be shootin like Ima hawk em
And my pack is still fat like the Parkers
Bro pop a bean for the start up
Better dodge when them bullets is chargin
Drench, drench, drench nigga
This not a gang nigga, this a family nigga
Slime slime shit nigga
It be them same niggas talkin
Thats in jail walkin dogs
Bitch you in jail for takin a charge
He aint dead, we spinnin the yard
Aint no I in team hit em individually
And these bullets dont stop, its infinity
He get struck and he goin out instantly
13 x 2 x 23
Whos losin? Check them niggas bio
You gon do what? Yeah I know
Lot of wide receivers when I throw
Desert Eagle gon sing like a high note
TD 10 boy I got 10 of them
Bitches lie on my dick, I aint fin them
Treesh give me a loan, Im sendin em
Social media gonna remember em
Gang, gang
Its the difference between me and them niggas
If you slidin with me its a privilege
Rotate so you drillin and spinnin
Brodie drop, and Im aimin to finish
KD thats an all-around scorer
Fuck the DA they took all the starters
My steppers go they pull up and park it
So much boost, man they think that I farted
Called a truce in that beef, why you start it?
Please dont lack, you get stretched for your garments, nigga
Boom boom boom
Its a family not a gang nigga
Free the family
Gang, gang, gangEmbed |
Chop love Lyrics
Choppa, choppa, choppa go blocka
Blocka
MK the plug
So many chops
Dont know what to boom
556s, 7.62s
So many opps
Dont know who to choose
Yeah, he an opp
He gettin popped, Im clearin the room
So many chops
Dont know what to boom
556s, 7.62s
So many opps
Dont know who to choose
Oh yeah, he an opp
He gettin popped, Im clearin room
Just me and my choppa
She do what she do
Knock the top of the roof
Just copped me a nina
Thirty clip on her shoes
Fuck is a vest? Hell get TECd, checked by the news
His body oozed
Lil Uzi Vert, get popped like a perc, he itchin it too
Dior be the shoes
Fenty monster, see the opps on the crew
Killer sponser, shorty high off of shrooms
Spent a bag on a drake in the O and it came with a broom
City girl she get clapped with the MAC if she actin a fool
This choppa go blacka-da-blacka, do-do-do-do
So many chops
Dont know what to boom
556s, 7.62s
So many opps
Dont know who to choose
Yeah, he an opp
He gettin popped, Im clearin the room
So many chops
Dont know what to boom
556s, 7.62s
So many opps
Dont know who to choose
Oh yeah, he an opp
He gettin popped, Im clearin roomEmbed |
G Thang Lyrics
HARGO Productions
Watch em, watch em
She a baddie, like
Is you ridin from the bottom to the top? Uh
So you gotta tote this chop
Aint nothin but a G Thang baby
Is you ridin from the bottom to the top? Uh
So you gotta tote this chop
Aint nothin but a G Thang baby
Cause, you know you drive me crazy, like
Is you ridin from the bottom to the top? Uh
So you gotta tote this chop
Aint nothin but a G Thang baby, look
You know you drive me crazy, like
Percocet, Ima hit it off a thirty
Ima hit it off a percy
She gon ride, she controls
Opposition catch a murkin
Paramedics, its a service
Baddie big booty plastic
Trap gettin backends
She in love with her Chanel
Marc Jacobs lashes, woah
Fuck a , she gon ride like she Gina
Plan B if I see her
Lethal weapon never seen it, woah
Amari lookin thiccums
Pussy tastin like some skittles
Catch her reachin in her luggage
Caressin like her booty
Shit get to clappin, woah
If I introduce it
Catch me in Patron
Always fuckin up Saks Fifth
Shawty put me to the task
Percocet, I had it raw
She seduced me out my drawers
But I love her, woah
And all her Fashion Nova clothes
She turned me to an addict
She a super
You can bring your friend too
Threesome, thats you, like
Is you ridin from the bottom to the top? Uh
So you gotta tote this chop
Aint nothin but a G Thang baby, cause
Is you ridin from the bottom to the top? Uh
So you gotta tote this chop
Aint nothin but a G Thang baby
Cause, you know you drive me crazy, like
Is you ridin from the bottom to the top? Uh
So you gotta tote this chop
Aint nothin but a G Thang baby, look
You know you drive me crazy, like
Percocet Ima hit it off a thirty
Percocet Ima hit it off a thirtyEmbed |