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[Intro: VonOff1700]
Turnt up, not burnt up, n*gga diss on the gang, gon' get his dumb ass sent up
You know that, long live Mook and Mike, diss on them, you gon' lose your life

[Verse 1: VonOff1700]
Alright, they already know ain't no duckin' the switches
They dropped forty shots, how the f*ck they ain't hit me?
I'm out on my block, tell them n*ggas get with me (Pull up, I'm here)
If I catch a cut, I bounce out with the fifty (Rrah, rrah)
n*gga, don't spin up this block in a straight (Don't do it)
The last n*ggas tried caught shots from the Drac' (Rrah, rrah)
Backend tired of Top, now he smokin' on Glizzy (His dead ass)
Joc dumb ass got smoked by a ghillie (His gay ass)
I turned up and put all the light on the city (For real)
Mook Money died, so we spinnin' the bity (Yeah, we spinnin')
If I catch an opp ho, I'ma shoot off her titties (Her ho ass)
Z Money 'nem been locked in with Diddy (They gas ass)
n*gga, I seen your lil' diss, it was pretty (It was cute)
Still play with 9s, man, that lil' n*gga kitty (His dumb ass)
Don't think I got fire, man, that lil' n*gga silly (f*ck)
Toss Gang heat sh*t up when it's chilly (Know that)
Uh, we lay belt to they ass, Uncle Willy
My favorite gun gotta be Drac' or 10 milli' (Know that)
When Woo get clapped, K gon' be sh*tty (His b*tch ass)
Lil Three make the SRT Jeep do a wheelie (We gone)
Say, what about Quinsy? That lil' n*gga femmy (His ho ass)
Backend won't an opp get near me
If I like your J, then I'm takin' it with me (Give me that)
Stand over him and put shots in his kidney (Rrah, rrah)
Tryna buy a Micro, but it gotta be Mini (Drac')
Lil' Vonno, he stay strapped up like jimmy (Grrah)
This Glock 23 make a fat n*gga skinny (His b*tch ass)
Don't get killed 'cause you tweakin' off Henny (Dumbass)
Hoodie on, mask on just like Kenny (Mask)
I can get a f*ck n*gga killed for a penny (Know that)
How many opps left? Man, it ain't that many
Pull up in a Hemi, bounce out with a semi, n*gga (Come here, come here)
[Verse 2: JillaOff1500]
f*ck the O, n*gga, f*ck the A too
We swing them doors, we off North Avenue
Got a drizzy with a fifty, we swingin' all through the city
If you with it, you get it, belt stretch all the way to Philly
Tap that biscuit, that nugget, b*tch, I want that muffin
It's ugly and you pump and I'll kill everything in front me
b*tch, we grew up takin' sh*t
Birdman with me, he'll take your b*tch
In the streets like potholes, got rocks and blows 'til the trap close
Ain't sh*t sweet 'bout my 4s, they off Percocets in Durangos
Off narcos in top mode, I'm tellin' you boys, they dangerous
Better watch out who y'all hang with
f*ck Lil Fame, he famous
f*ck Black Mob, f*ck Amerus
Ask Sane 'nem, I can't miss
This right here is another hit
Got the same Glock on another hit
'Cause them b*tch-ass n*ggas be kickin' it
It's Monsters, Inc. you come through here
'Cause we swingin' doors, we scarin' sh*t
Ran down on 'em, Curry
I gave them boys the thirty
Then I reload in a hurry
I'm on Sane 'nem