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Grrah, like (Every opp shot), grrah-grrah
Grrah, like, grrah-grrah (Everything dead)
Grrah, like (Baow, baow), smoke all deads
(Like, like) Baow, baow
What you need, what—what you need (Still the face of the—)
Grrah
I got what you need (Grrah), what—what you need (Like, baow, baow)
Every opp shot
What you need (Like), what—what you need (Smoke all deads) Baow
I got what you need (Baow)
What you need, what—what you need (Like)
(Ayo, Flexx, turn that shit up)
Baow, baow

Throw up a, shh, and he gon' meet his death (Like, what?)
Triple bullets gon' beat on his chest (Beat on his—)
Face of the Bronx, I'ma geek when I'm next (When I'm next)
Like, better get out the way when I step (When I step)
Whip too fast, had to dip on a Lex (Grrah)
She got the drop, put the beam to his chest (Beam on his chest)
Spinning them tints and I'm lookin' for Rec (Lookin' for what?)
Brodie a tweak, catch a shot to the neck
Word to bro, I'm the best and they vexed
I'm wit' Scottie2Hottie, you better respect (Scottie2Hottie)
Throw up the Gz, I'm with AB, the ject (AB, the ject)
We them ooters, all we do is step
Don't try to run and get beat with a left (Grrah, grrah)
Charlie, Blay, Zully, X (And they dead)
Shoutout Noah, he got beat out his flesh
Mezzy, Diddy, Bobby, Texted (What?)

Dead loccs, on the set (On the set)
It been a minute, we gon' bend through the West
I see A Boogie, knock him out his tec's
Try to run, get him streched (Grrah, grrah)
Beam on the blick, you could call me a vet
Send a ton, brodie gon' get 'em wet (Grrah)
Bitch, we them demons, we come to collect
I heard he dead and I know they upset (Know they upset)
Put to chop to his head, now he could even fled (Like, what?)
Critical damage, got 'em feeding him meds
Shoutout shh, he got beat in his head
They know my bop, Mr. Shoot-Off-The-Peg (Baow, baow, baow)
Don't go out like shh, he can't walk on his leg (Like, what?)
Head Tap Gang, he flat on the bed
Ooter go coo', he gon' fill 'em with lead
I'm a demon, I did what I said (Did what I said)
Charlie, Marky, Tanky, dead (They dead)
None of them niggas had one in the head (Like, what?)
BigE4Woo, bitch, it's everything dead (E4Woo)
Free GB, tryna knock off a head
Like, we done been through the Mitch on a reg' (On a reg')
Brodie clickin' 'til his body red (Grrah, grrah)
Hop Out Gang, put the beam on his head (Don't run)
Grrah-grrah (Baow, baow, baow)

Throw up a, shh, and he gon' meet his death (Gon' meet his death)
Triple bullets gon' beat on his chest (Beat on his chest)
Face of the Bronx, I'ma geek when I'm next (Like, what?)
Like, better get out the way when I step (When I step)
Whip too fast, had to dip on a Lex (Grrah, grrah)
She got the drop, put the beam to his chest (Beam on his chest)
Spinning them tints and I'm lookin' for Rec (Grrah)
Brodie a tweak, catch a shot to the neck (Shot to the neck)
Word to bro, I'm the best, and they vexed (Like, what?)
I'm with Scottie2Hottie, you better respect (Grrah, grrah)
Throw up the Gz, I'm with AB, the ject (AB, the ject)
We them ooters, all we do is step (All we do is step)
Don't try to run and get beat with a left (Grrah)
Charlie, Blay, Zully, X (And they dead)
Shoutout Noah, he got beat out his flesh (Grrah)
Mezzy, Diddy, Bobby, Texted (And they dead)

Grrah, like, every opp shot
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