[Intro: Dread Woo]
Grrt, pow, pow, pow
Free the fuckin' members, nigga
RJ, Dafi, SP, Keggz
All o' them, nigga
Don't fuck around, nigga
Woo, woo, grrah, grrah
Big 092, look, woo
[Chorus: Dread Woo]
Throwing like Brady, don't be the receiver (Brrr, pow)
Dropped outta school, making more than my teacher (Dickhead, dummy)
Hot as your wifey, for me she a eater
If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (Woo, woo)
That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct
I'm with the demons, no hiding, we seeking (Brr)
[Verse 1: Dread Woo & Curly Savv]
Send that boy up, catch a flight on the weekend
Stay on alert 'cause I know they be creeping (Woo)
Brady, hah-hah, look, gang
It's just me and Pop, don't need nobody else (Woo)
'Cause that'd bе an extra witness (Nah)
Movie gеt shot, them bullets put weight on his chest (Grrt)
No, this ain't Planet Fitness (Boom)
I'm tryna beat the box, 1942, I feed her shots (Woo, woo)
And you know how we tease the opp, drop a check I make 'em see it drop (Drop)
And you know how we tease the opp, drop a check, I make 'em see it drop (Grrah, grrah, don't even check, baow)
[Verse 2: Curly Savv]
Spin through, knock off your big homie (Spin through, woo)
I just walked in the spot with the cig on me (I got it on me)
.30 or better, knockers in my sweater, I up it, this shit gotta keep goin' (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Fuck that bitch, then I gave her a [?] ([?])
I got too many options to pick from (Too many, too many)
Too many opps that got picked on (Damn, grrah)
Beat on my chest like King Kong (Beat on my chest, grrah)
Niggas attached, they take our pack
Roamin' in the streets with the beam drawn (Got 'em, woo)
Snatch off a .30, he buggin' out (He off of that)
You will hit flat if you speak wrong (Speak wrong, woo)
If I call up Racks, he pull up the strap (If I call up-)
Which I don't get, boy, they leave a mess (Woo)
Speakin' on bro, we done causin' the wrecks (Grrah)
Speakin' on bro, we done causin' the wrecks (Grrah)
[Verse 3: Pop Smoke]
Look, I'm like, "Who that nigga?" (Who that nigga?)
Talkin' 'bout "What's stackin', what the fuck is up?"
Huh? He ain't one of us
You lookin' dirty nigga, you ain't one of us, nah
I come from the bottom where niggas keep Ninas tucked (Huh, brrt, brrt)
We don't stop shots 'til the sun is up (Get that nigga)
I pass Dafi the chop, that's a give an' go (Woo, baow)
Keep five stones in his head like a mineral (Baow)
He put pep at his head like a Mento (Brrt)
.38 punching like Kimbo (Grrt, pow, pow, pow)
When you talkin' to me, just remember I'm a giant (Giant)
I dropped outta school, I'm defiant (Uh)
A hater, stealer and a liar (Facts)
But in the jungle I'm a lion (Rrr)
Now they see me on a flyer (Brr, brr)
They like "Pop, you on fire" (Fire)
I really just bought the new LaFerrari
RD like, "Send me the wire" (Woo, woo)
[Bridge: Dread Woo]
Swirv
458, Spider (What?)
Throwin' them bullets they hit like Spike (Grrt, boaw)
Two twenty twos, and I'm feelin' like Michael (Haha, woo)
[Chorus: Dread Woo]
Woo, throwing like Brady, don't be the receiver (Nah, pow)
Dropped outta school, making more than my teacher (Facts, dickhead, dummy)
Hot as your wifey, for me she a eater (Haha)
If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (Woo, woo)
That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct
[Outro: Dread Woo]
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