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[Intro]
Great John on the beat by the way
Look
[Verse 1: Sheff G]
Oh, I heard you with the drillin'
Twistin' up them figures, word to who? (Who?) Huh
Different cities up in different cities
What it really care to hit the news (News), huh
Gang keep the Glocks all up in the landin'
Show some respect or bop, mission (Mission), huh
Shooters all up in the sprinters
We got them shooters all up in the sprinters
Tryna coolax, I'm just tryna relax, but he stare at me funny, it's blrrt-bah
Still on probation and I got some homies who not comin' home, that ain't scared to go back
Still with that- (Shooter gang)
Still with that drop him and nеver look back
Squeeze on that trigger whеn I hear him screamin' while runnin' I know that he soon to collapse
Don't want no forgiveness
'Cause I'm with some demons who skin you while out tryna eat you, no homo, I'm beastin', huh
Clappin' or scammin', I'm choppin' your cheese like a sandwich, they cryin', we laughin', huh
Doin' my dance, I hit him, I'm doin' my dance
I run like the wind, huh
Bitches get shot with they man, yeah you and your friends
I'm sorry, you with them or gang?
[Verse 2: Sleepy Hallow]
Oh, these niggas drillin' now? (Drillin' now), huh
I know they can't stand me, I sit 'em down
You could die with your blicky out (Blicky out)
Send a message, tell your momma her son a clown
I got hit I ain't sit around, we could talk about it
Punch a opp if I walk without it
Keep a whole bunch of hitters 'round
White chalk about it, we gon' do it, don't talk about it (Look)
They like, "Sleepy gotta chill", uh
Bitch I gotta move ain't no stayin' still
Sleepy, what's the deal?
Look, you ain't gotta ask, you know Sleepy will
Go in for the kill, what
Mean muggin', hoodied up, I got the steel, cuzzo got the pack (Pack)
Look, homie got the crills
I was trappin' fell in love with doin' drills, uh
Calm, cool chill, 'til you see us buggin, get to know the real
Whole lot of caps gettin' peeled
Federalés tried to make a nigga squeal, but I'ma make bail
Hit the block and then we back up in the field (Gang)
You the type to tell a whole tale (Shooter gang)
You the type to give 'em more shells
[Verse 3: Pop Smoke]
I pull up, what's crackin'? Guns get to blastin'
Talk on my name and we wildin' out (Wildin' out)
All the opps in the spliff, ashin' (Ashin')
Puff, puff, ain't no passin' (Passin')
Niggas know what we into (Uh?)
I get to drillin', I'm sittin', I'm killin', I'm sinnin' if I get the feelin' (Uh?)
I call Jaguar, bet he clap twos (Clap twos)
Sip Remy like he Papoose (Papoose)
Have him stay still like a statue (Statue)
Have him inked in like a tattoo (Tattoo)
If I run down, he a goner
Headshot, no warnin' (Know we run down, little nigga)
It's a man down when it's pourin' (Now)
Gang spin early morning
I don't get mad, I get money (Facts)
What you lookin' at, little dummy?
I start buckin' teeth like I'm Bunny (Bunny)
And I back the Wraith out for nothin'
If I [back out?], why you runnin'?
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