[Intro: Kenzo Balla]
Grrah-grrah, boom
Grrah, grrah
Like
Ayo, Sam
[Verse 1: Kenzo Balla]
Fuck the Gz, niggas never on shit
Bando got clipped and he ain't catch a hit
Smokin' Dubski and Rah out the zip
With Mexi and Lotti, your shit gotta kick
Kenzo Balla, I'm back on that shit
Movin immaculate, packin a 5th
Bagged up nigga got packed on a strip
Roll new dead opps, laughin' and shit
Keem dissin' me and I'm sick
I'ma spin through the Hill, hit him in his shit
Nigga broke, he never got no drip
If I spot him it's lit I'm uppin' the rip
Everybody get shot when we spin
I'ma spin off a perc, might throw more than 10
Pray to God every time that I sin
I just hope he forgive me for sinning again
Spin the Well and show him how the Glock work
I can't wait till I run into Blockwork
Lotta niggas died, I know the opps hurt
Since the 1, they made about 5 shirts
I'm on 50, bitch, I'm dumping mines first
Nigga died in a cab, he went out the worst
Miss my 9 on bro, it's fuck the 41st
I just bought another chop, so don't get murked
And my body different when I'm off a perc
I swear I just be ready to blitz
Hit a opp and cross him off the list
Kay keep shooting this shit gotta kick
Stop the cap and go catch a hit
He got hit in his stomach, thought it was his hip
Every opp who dissin' could get clipped
He gon' hate me if I see him slip
Better get a gun, cause it's that season
Hittin' opps, we do it for a reason
Lil bro say he wanna see him bleedin'
If I spot Lil Scrungie ima leave him
Talkin on JB, I can't wait to see him
When I shoot his lessons, I'ma teach him
Keep on shooting till' he on the street done
Bitch, it's 5th to the sev, we them demons
[Verse 2: Ray Balla]
We ran him down, know we flocked out the whip, lil' bro 13 say he flockin' to live
If I don't got the knock, he get beat with a stick, like
He try to run, hit that boy with the whip, like
MB up double O, bitch I'm the drip, like
Bullets gon hit him rearrange his shit, like
Don't give a fuck if you blood or if you crip, if you droppin' my shit then you bound to get hit
Bro pop out the cut with a .30 and shit
Start shootin' from deep like he Curry and shit
Sippin' on wock, vision blurry and shit
But don't try to front still sturdy with the grip
6 shots let off, 3 niggas got hit, like
It's a man down every time that we spin
We up on the score and we don't count attempts, like
Kaylo my brother, he taking that risk, like
Speak on JB, then you taking that trip, like
Now it's time to go spin
Fuck a outfit, I'ma spin what I'm in
Give a fuck bout no face, hope they remember it
He got shot out the car, he couldn't see, windows tinted
TG flocked out the whip, while he yellin out crip
All he heard was MB then that nigga got hit
If a bitch bunny hop, tell them Ballas to spin, like
Rah Rah got shot, left him slumped in the whip
Lotti got poked, left him dead on the strip
Lilah got smoked, left her dead in a crib
Juu Hef got beat with the hookah, oh shit
KDub tried to run, but the fat nigga tripped
Nobody outside, so mans got spliffed
Caine got me bussin' and tweakin' and shit
All the opps dead, yeah they resting in piss
[Verse 3: Pdot Sav]
I don't know who to trust on the bros, niggas movin' real funny
Mix the Mexi with Dubski and Dummy
He get shot if he hop like a bunny
Nesty a bum, and he don't got no money
When I slide better run or get clipped, whole block movin' tact when we takin that trip
Call up Kenzo, you know that's the drip
When I spin through the 4s, I'ma up off the hip
I know niggas praying that I slip
They gon' stay on they knees, tell them niggas suck dick
I catch Richy, then he gettin' hit
If a [?] bad niggas ain't doing shit
And that Ooter nigga, he a bitch, he keep losin' his mans and he just wanna diss
If he move then it's lit
Keemy gon up it, and click it hit him in his shit
Got the knock on my hip
Niggas be talking in songs but never caught a hit
And Breezo a kid, plus he got shot and he still not rapping what he lives
And the wock got me lit
Smokin on Rah this shit bussin' bussin' out the zip
[Outro: Kenzo Balla & Pdot Sav]
Grrah, gang
Grrah-grrah, boom
Every opp shot
Everything dead, like
Grrah-grrah, boom
Grrah-grrah, like
Grrah-grrah, boom
Grrah, grrah
Like
Ayo, Sam
[Verse 1: Kenzo Balla]
Fuck the Gz, niggas never on shit
Bando got clipped and he ain't catch a hit
Smokin' Dubski and Rah out the zip
With Mexi and Lotti, your shit gotta kick
Kenzo Balla, I'm back on that shit
Movin immaculate, packin a 5th
Bagged up nigga got packed on a strip
Roll new dead opps, laughin' and shit
Keem dissin' me and I'm sick
I'ma spin through the Hill, hit him in his shit
Nigga broke, he never got no drip
If I spot him it's lit I'm uppin' the rip
Everybody get shot when we spin
I'ma spin off a perc, might throw more than 10
Pray to God every time that I sin
I just hope he forgive me for sinning again
Spin the Well and show him how the Glock work
I can't wait till I run into Blockwork
Lotta niggas died, I know the opps hurt
Since the 1, they made about 5 shirts
I'm on 50, bitch, I'm dumping mines first
Nigga died in a cab, he went out the worst
Miss my 9 on bro, it's fuck the 41st
I just bought another chop, so don't get murked
And my body different when I'm off a perc
I swear I just be ready to blitz
Hit a opp and cross him off the list
Kay keep shooting this shit gotta kick
Stop the cap and go catch a hit
He got hit in his stomach, thought it was his hip
Every opp who dissin' could get clipped
He gon' hate me if I see him slip
Better get a gun, cause it's that season
Hittin' opps, we do it for a reason
Lil bro say he wanna see him bleedin'
If I spot Lil Scrungie ima leave him
Talkin on JB, I can't wait to see him
When I shoot his lessons, I'ma teach him
Keep on shooting till' he on the street done
Bitch, it's 5th to the sev, we them demons
[Verse 2: Ray Balla]
We ran him down, know we flocked out the whip, lil' bro 13 say he flockin' to live
If I don't got the knock, he get beat with a stick, like
He try to run, hit that boy with the whip, like
MB up double O, bitch I'm the drip, like
Bullets gon hit him rearrange his shit, like
Don't give a fuck if you blood or if you crip, if you droppin' my shit then you bound to get hit
Bro pop out the cut with a .30 and shit
Start shootin' from deep like he Curry and shit
Sippin' on wock, vision blurry and shit
But don't try to front still sturdy with the grip
6 shots let off, 3 niggas got hit, like
It's a man down every time that we spin
We up on the score and we don't count attempts, like
Kaylo my brother, he taking that risk, like
Speak on JB, then you taking that trip, like
Now it's time to go spin
Fuck a outfit, I'ma spin what I'm in
Give a fuck bout no face, hope they remember it
He got shot out the car, he couldn't see, windows tinted
TG flocked out the whip, while he yellin out crip
All he heard was MB then that nigga got hit
If a bitch bunny hop, tell them Ballas to spin, like
Rah Rah got shot, left him slumped in the whip
Lotti got poked, left him dead on the strip
Lilah got smoked, left her dead in a crib
Juu Hef got beat with the hookah, oh shit
KDub tried to run, but the fat nigga tripped
Nobody outside, so mans got spliffed
Caine got me bussin' and tweakin' and shit
All the opps dead, yeah they resting in piss
[Verse 3: Pdot Sav]
I don't know who to trust on the bros, niggas movin' real funny
Mix the Mexi with Dubski and Dummy
He get shot if he hop like a bunny
Nesty a bum, and he don't got no money
When I slide better run or get clipped, whole block movin' tact when we takin that trip
Call up Kenzo, you know that's the drip
When I spin through the 4s, I'ma up off the hip
I know niggas praying that I slip
They gon' stay on they knees, tell them niggas suck dick
I catch Richy, then he gettin' hit
If a [?] bad niggas ain't doing shit
And that Ooter nigga, he a bitch, he keep losin' his mans and he just wanna diss
If he move then it's lit
Keemy gon up it, and click it hit him in his shit
Got the knock on my hip
Niggas be talking in songs but never caught a hit
And Breezo a kid, plus he got shot and he still not rapping what he lives
And the wock got me lit
Smokin on Rah this shit bussin' bussin' out the zip
[Outro: Kenzo Balla & Pdot Sav]
Grrah, gang
Grrah-grrah, boom
Every opp shot
Everything dead, like
Grrah-grrah, boom
Grrah-grrah, like
( Kenzo Balla )
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