Impact

[Intro]

Yeah

(Dubba-AA flexin’)

Grah-da-da-da

(Ceddy Bo on the track)

Oh, yeah, grah-da-da-da

(This is the sound)

[Verse]

We kill ‘em all when we ride (Kill ‘em all when we ride)

Thug alibi till I die (Alibi till I die)

By any means in gon’ survive (By any means I’m gon’ survive)

We tore them choppas when we slide

Look, you get caught slippin’, then get kilit

That’s how it’s ‘sposed to be, nigga

Spoke on my momma, I ain’t wan’ talk, I end up killin’ a nigga

You just don’t know I’m full of pain, but they ain’t feelin’ me nigga

I ain’t no hoe, that’s on my son, it ain’t no TIP in me, nigga

Say you want smoke, bitch, I’m ‘bout it

We hit yo’ block, we ain’t stoppin’

All of my niggas ‘bout drama, if it’s a problem, wе poppin’

Shot in his head with a .40, Dave got hit with a choppa

That nigga diss me, now hе six feet

Give a fuck what they [?]

My grandma dead, my uncle dead, so half my family, they gone

I’ll never let you step on me, so I’ma spin right around

So when I catch you, I’ma stretch you since you thuggin’ on songs

And I don’t wanna hurt nobody, please, leave me alone

That impact from that choppa spittin’, end up bustin yo’ dome

I say my prayers and tote my fire, everyday I ride ‘round

I went to trial, head high, ready for the lay down

But now it’s time to make it right, since I’m headed back home

And I, got a plan for niggas plottin’ on me

And I, I keep a gun, it ain’t no steppin’ on me

And I, drop that bag when they say they want beef

I pray the Lord my soul to keep, we puttin’ you bitches to sleep, yeah

I sip the lean while all my niggas around me smokin’ on Gonja

I catch a body, tell nobody, keep that shit on the under

Got fifty shots up in this .40, choppa hold a whole hunnit

And once I shoot, I ain’t gon’ miss, it ain’t no sense up in runnin’

He got a pipe long, get hit with this spider

It go ba-ra-ta, when I shoot that choppa

I’m screamin’ “Long range” ridin’ round with that rifle

Keep that tool, boy, rude boy, top shotta

Strapped up with that tech, he bet’ not flex, I got it on me

Shoot above his neck, he disrespect, don’t run up on me

Body full of stress, I’m goin’ through it by my lonely

Screaming out “Who next?” while you niggas won’t get no sleep

Got me like oh, won’t sell my soul, hold my own

I’ma die, yeah I know

Got me like oh, they gon’ remember who apply pressure when I’m gone, woah

[Outro]

Big money, big money, who wan’ fuck with us?

All you bitches

All you bitches

Bang