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[Intro: C-HII WVTTZ, Yozora]
Yozora
Grah, grah, boom
Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
Grah, grah
Grah, grah, boom


[Chorus: C-HII WVTTZ]
Outside tryna catch me a cuatro
Shorty a thotty, Im feelin' the bop though
And Rah got hit in his taco, dumb lil b*tch got hit in her taco
We gon' spin, and them hallows gon' rip up his chin
Big DOA, I might dump on ya mans
We get to boomin, sh*t sound like a band
And them n*ggas ain't tippin' no bands
I cannot fold with the chop in my hand
Caught him lacking, he Ricky, he ran
n*gga, I got me a chop, I don't dance
See an opp, I'ma aim for his mans
Why would I run if my gun dont jam?
Pop a perc, take a trip to the land
Them n*ggas pus*y, they never gon blam

[Verse 1: EightOwe PE, Swervo Flocca]
I cannot lack, b*tch I keep me a weapon
I ain't goin out, this is an FN
And I swear to God, that my chop is my best friend
And if I see an opp Ima stretch him
If I call up Dayday, he shuttin' sh*t down
Stop the show, it’s gonna end with a bow
Flee off the scene, I ain't takin a bow
Call up Swervo, he comin' right now
And I swear to God, I'll never tell
Made ya baby moms open up a Wells, she wanna get it on, Im like, “Oh well”
b*tch, I keep a chop under my belt
And if I call up C, he get smoked like a looseleaf
Ice on my necklace, I feel like Im Gucci (Baow)
If its a thot, she a fan, she a groupie (Baow, baow)
If I see an opp, I'ma roll up, no sushi
(Grah, grah, boom, like)
[Verse 2: Swervo Flocca]
Off a yerkie, now I'm ready to clap
If he f*ck with the opps, then you know I can't dap em
If I up, just know Ima tap em
Don't do the bluffin', you know I'ma blast it
Nesty needa stop it, n*ggas had you with your knees tucked (pus*y)
Up with the chop, bet that n*gga gon' freeze (YGK)
A n*gga tried to run but got hit with the V
Like n*ggas coulda put you in a spleef
Like enough is enough, if you mention JayRip then Im shootin' sh*t up
Don't try to trip, keep C-HII in the cut
If I pass him the knocks then he sendin you up
And thats word to my mother, lost JB, I ain't losin' another
Rah got clapped go put him on ya cover
Keep mentioning bro, Ima come for your brother (pus*y)
Like what, Ima come for your brother
Like, and thats word to my mother
Keep no remorse in the spot, Ima flock at ya mother

[Chorus: C-HII WVTTZ]
Outside tryna catch me a cuatro
Shorty a thotty, Im feelin' the bop though
And Rah got hit in his taco, dumb lil b*tch got hit in her taco
We gon' spin, and them hallows gon' rip up his chin
Big DOA, I might dump on ya mans
We get to boomin', sh*t sound like a band (Gltt)
And them b*tches ain't tippin' no bands
I cannot fold with the chop in my hand (Gltt)
Caught him lacking, he Ricky, he ran
n*gga, I got me a chop, I don't dance
See an opp, I'ma aim for his mans
Why would I run if my gun don't jam?
Pop a perc, take a trip to the land
Them n*ggas pus*y, they never gon blam