Yano & Briccz (Face Shot Gummo)

[Intro]

Triple B3am

What, huh, huh, what

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

On God

Yeah, yeah

[Verse]

50k really ain't shit to me we spend that on Amiri’s

Pussy nigga all these bodies but ain't do a killing

Made my youngin slide in hot boxes back to back They spinning

Gummo in my lungs got me numb I'm high for half a century

My youngin jump out that car broad day waving that carbon like John Wick

I’m his stick papi I'm John man with this shit i send a whole blitz

Slide through the apartment Shooting this bitch up nigga

Yeah we going fast told Yano I give his ass a extra thousand if he hit him in the head

I'm toting my Drake it's my and KK I told Big Bloody go fly his jet

Yano & Briccz finna piss me off I'm mad as hell y'all ain't find him yet?

I'm Doctor Miami I’m paying for bodies don’t ask me Shit about a rap check

I'm Smoking this strong fucking up my lungs

Bluе Tip 556 stuffed in my Drum

Don’t play on the net causе I'm not one of them

Catch a nigga at the school while he getting his son

We really shoot shit for the fun them boys go crazy for the funds

I'm a warlord in the slums i don't go nowhere without my gun

My momma said i got that look again all my life been doing crooked shit

I’m on the edge you ain't gotta push me there

I stand 10 toes cause ain't no pussy here

What you think you the only nigga with a gun?

You can't beef with a nigga with more money

I make my young nigga go to the store for me

Whack you broad day i give some raw to him

Niggas know i got more hits than gotti

Paranoid in the car so the stick beside me

I point my finger cuz get too wildin

Like back to back bitch we sliding

Nobody get pave nobody dying

Stand over the nigga look him dead in the eyes

His heart still pumping hit him dead in his eyes

Wake up every morning got death on my mind

Slide off foreign quick to drop a hundred on a nigga block

They put fifty on me guess them bitches know that pap the biggest opp

I could've brought a AP i drop fifty on a nigga top

I send yo momma out to meet the morgue

After we send the shots they like “Pap you tripping”

Bitch I'm high out my mind this Gummo to the biscuit

Thirty S this a compact 4-5 but the stick extended

Roll the window down no we jump out clear the crowd

And the AK go to hitting spit rapid rounds left him on the ground now they reminiscing

[Outro]

On God