Grah, Grah
W.T.S N.W.G sh#t We On The Rise You Know
We bouta be on top of this whole industry
You Know The Vibes
Like
GZLYYY
Grah, Grah
Try to slide on GZLYY
Know it ain’t easy, huh
You try to be me
Hop out the V
Rockin a BB
Still on that white Tee sleazy
Have your head spin like a CD
Creep in the dark know you can’t see me
And that’s on GZLYYY
Speaking of GZLYY
Here comes GZLYY
You hear them drums
That’s on my gun
Be ready to run
Juju and Fredo be ready to dump
In the cut in the slums
Crazy how the 〈.?.〉 really match my gun
W.T.S we step for fun
N-N.W.G gon bring the guns
N-N.W.G too quick to take your lungs
Too lyrical spiritual we going up yea we going up
Take your life you call my bluff
〈.?.〉 Two sights on the night if you talking tough
Brodie sight when I’m walking up
Now he surrounded in white chalk stuff
Giving the crew some love
‘Cause I’m finna f#ck sh#t up
I don’t need no love or drugs ‘cause love is my drugs
These b#tches be treeshes they want hugs and kisses
Live it up with my misses, Huh
For my brothers we blicked up with the sh#ts
Cliqued up with the sh#ts
W.T.S N.W.G that’s what they scream
That’s what they feeling today, That’s what they feeling today
Grah, Grah, Grah, Grah, Grah, Grah
Grah MB Flock it huh MB Flock It huh
He be flocking them sh#ts
They be dropping and sh#t
They whole gang gon get it
GDs gon get it
f#ck is you doing b#tch
How you clicked and missed it
f#ck is you doing with my misses
She turned you down
You a clown
I put a .30 to your dome
Big dome like Rome
Grah, Grah
When I step in this function somebody gon drop
Ask the opps and when we come and we got it a lot
Free bro out the jam he was aiming them chops
We gon up let it click ‘cause he down with the Flocks
All this capping in rapping it just need to stop
Y’all be taking sh#t up on the hop
They like I bring my beam why the f#ck would I box
〈.?.〉 get beat with the knocks
He on my strip just beat him out his socks
They like taliban been bugging know that we on hots
You gon love me now that I know that you f#ck with them n#gg#s you f#ck with them n#gg#s you bound to get shot
〈.?.〉 that’s your ticket to death
Imma click it till there’s nothing left
They b#tch imma stomper I don’t really step
But he speak on my dead then we putting him to rest
Imma say it again we not jacking the-
But they show all love when we spin to they ‘jects
And these bullets is ripping his head, neck, stomach
Like hollows pushing through his chest
And that’s brodie he let off like 1, 2, 3, 4 bullets hit his flesh
You GBG what man just know that you next he stupid put holes in his vest
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