Bars Pt. 2

[Verse 1: 4TM Drako & NLE Choppa]

These niggas know before they play with us, they better second guess

Dried out with a hundred round, it'll leave your head above your chest

4TM the shit, and I swear anybody would tell you that

That dissin' shit they doin', that's the shit that's 'bout to get them scratched

Walk up in your party, now don't worry, I got thirty shots

Reaching for this tennis chain, that's the shit that'll get you shot

Play with me like you play with them nigga, and you ain't leavin' now

We snuck plenty straps up in this bitch, so what they talkin' 'bout

King of the city, you really can't step that on my name

When somebody catch a headshot, they blame it on the gang

Heard about the last nigga played, that pussy felt some flame

Tryin' to see through my hood nigga, boy this shit ain't no game

Even if you kill some, that don't mean shit to me

A nigga still would run you down, bitch I'm talkin' first degree

Police get behind me, I'm gone, it ain't no catching me

Hollows hit you in yo' dome, you better not cop a plea

Feds did a sweep in the hood, I had to stuff the Glock

Everybody "what the fuck do you mean?" Nigga I don't need a clock

Only thing I need is this AR with a shoulder stock

I bet I split yo' shit, not your legs, bitch I want your top

And I swear these niggas been hatin' on me

I'm finna drop a new mixtape, ay just wait on me

Bars part two, this shit official, bitch I've been a G

Run up on me, then I bust your brain for thinking this shit sweet

I got gang in this bitch, we gon' bang in this bitch

I might let this 30 speak if you play with me

We brought them thangs in this bitch

For sure I'm ridin' with my clique (Ayy)

I'm talkin' 'bout dyin' with my clique if you think it's sweet (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2: NLE Choppa]

Creep up on his block, let some shots at him, then I watch him drop

Kick down the door at the trap, confiscate everything like narcs

Get on the ground, if you make a sound I make the glizzy jump

Goon smoking Jimmy Glo, I told him let me hit that junt

I told them bitches "free Toby" and fuck them Mississippi County sheriffs

Twenty-four shots at his top like he Kobe, gave that bitch a [?]

And stop acting like you bitches know me, bitch I'm in my own world

Got the drop on the house from the bitch, I call that hoe my homegirl

Never tell your move, I catch 'em lacking, bullets gon' surprise 'em

Slide on my house while I got this choppa, I wish you tried

They say lil' Choppa wiggin' out, I'm crashin' out, and I'ma let it ride

I cracked a smirk when he got popped, but I'ma smile when that nigga die

[Verse 3: Tevooo3]

He die, we ride, we slide, we ready to catch a opp

Spin the block, spin the block, spin the block, we hop out with them Glocks

Got sticks, got mops, got Drac's, it make your heart stop

Next time to the face, but you know we took his finger off

Semi with me, glizzy with me, got my niggas spinnin' with me

Extendo in a limo tint and we gon' send 'em up to [?]

Hundred round drum, nigga better lay low

And fuck the whole county jail and tell 'em free lil' Huncho

[Verse 4: Goon Big4]

First off fuck twelve and free the Huncho, where the gang

You will get your shit split, speakin' on my dawg name

Fuck COVID-19, we still post in them trenches

They can't stand me, he died, and they say that we did it

But fuck what they be talkin' 'bout, you know I'm turnt on them bitches

It's so hot up in my city, every week it's a killin'

Back to back that bitch spinnin'

He want none on his belt

You on a mission with your dawg, would you step by yourself?