Too Many lyrics

[Intro]
(Grrah)
(Grrah, grrah, boom)
(Like what)
(Free Hunta, grrstah!)
(Damn Jefe)
(Free A1, free Wes, free Kane)
(Grrah)
(Free Keme)
(5th to the Sev) (Like what?) (5th to the Sev n*gga)
(I'm big D.O.A for sure, n*ggas know what the f*ck goin' on) (Rah Rah, Mexi)
(Like grrah)

[Verse 1: TG Flockaa]
I ain't hearing that sh*t, n*gga, everything dead, n*gga, everything K
Hop out, and i'm lettin' it spray
How you smoke on my dead, but never did a thing?
This n*ggas be pus*y, this n*ggas be actors
b*tch n*ggas that play for the lackers
When you see 'em, they casper
n*ggas runnin', but this bullets faster
I'm with Chase on a drill, gon' get popped like a pill
This n*ggas is pus*y, they was never real
I'm ballin' for JB, when i'm the field
Talkin' on Mezzy, that gon' get you killed, so say what you want, we gon' bend through your block
So when i see, gettin' trapped
That's word to my mother, that n*gga is shot, like
Mezzy gang, Mezzy block, talkin' on bro and i'm lettin' it flock
I'm tired of this n*ggas talkin' what they're not, when we been through that block, everybody shot
Yeah, everything dead, everything K
When i stop, better get out the way, I'm tired of this n*ggas dissin' for their fame
They never get back, why they mans got fame?
D.O.A, be the gang, and i'm 5th to the sev, lil n*gga don't play
Who that? on the 8th, I ain't tryna flock 'em, me right boutta chase
If they wasn't right there, i would've wip on 'em and flock 'em, in it's face
Stop lying, on your deads, you know, you ain't never ever do a thing
n*gga EK Da Ooter, [?] countin' sh*t, bouta turn into a shade (Suck my di*k)
Lil Dubski, knee and his brain
Where Lucci? dead in a grave
And they SitBackGang, n*ggas mad cuz they know that we GetBackGang
And i'm way too sturdy when i'm in the V, i don't need the keys, i can get low on my feet (grrah) (AHH)
[Verse 2: JayDaChaserr]
We really bend blocks
We tryna send shots
We really lookin', when them n*ggas not
Talking 'bout some money, had them n*ggas popped
Talking 'bout some chops they ain't finna flock
They talking on Mezzy? Provoke with a faceshot (Faceshot)
Couple opps done died on the same block
Couple of opps got hit from the same chop
I don't know why n*ggas still tryna name drop
Dummy, Lucci, Lotti, Caine, all of them n*ggas got send to them grave
Rah Rah, Dubski, Mexi, Flame, all of them n*ggas took shots to the brain
Tico, Jaytee, Tows, Krimz, all of them n*ggas got left in the pace
AJ a b*tch, better stay in his lane, i don't think n*ggas wanna keep mentioning names
Nesty cuzzy, you really a b*tch, last in the call and you still ain't do sh*t
Dissin' n bluffin', saying that you did pistols pop (HAHA)
We had you dippin' better get off my di*k
"Chase down a flocka", watch out fancy lips
Wait bro name, i done many ran rick
I don't f*ck with n*ggas lookin' for the 'rips, they ain't take the trip, they ain't let it rip
n*gga eat a di*k, and then n*gga, spin
I better keep clickin' 'til he in a spliff
30 round clip, ain't no way imma miss
Empty up the clip, 'til he in a ditch
How you a ooter and you ain't caused damage?
How you talkin' like you caused a havok
I ain't dissin', actin' like a savage
(It get moved, n*gga, you a faggot) (You a faggot)
[Verse 3: ChaseFrmDaSev]
What the f*ck?
All you n*ggas keep dying, you ain't grab a gun
Like Dubski dead, roll him up
So many dead n*ggas up in my blunt
Lucci, Rah Rah, Mexi, stuffed
Why the f*ck would i put on the front? (Like why)
When you see me, better up (better up)
I'ma do what i want, who's tellin' me what?
Like
Yeah i'm smokin' your dead, where you at?
I ain't giving no pass, just pass me the [?]
Tryna turn a n*gga into a pack
Why dissin' the Sev, but you never got back
Rah Rah shoot 'em, i ain't tryna Makk
Ayo Nesty, where he at?
Ayo Yus, how's your back?
Sha Gz's chest, like damn
Sha Gz's a pus*y, i don't understand
Gas me the Lotti, roll him again
Who that right there in the Benz, it get lit with the opps, so we lettin' it on 10
Like suck my di*k, you ain't spinnin' the Sev
Free Hunta, free Wes
5th to the Sev, n*gga, everything dead
Off the perc, ion' care what you say
I don't need a perc to go fly
What you think, i'ma ride
TG my cousin, i ain't gon' lie, we finna waste, somebody gon' die
Me n Chase start flockin'
2 knocks, take trips to the Ballas, we crossin' that line
They all rised?, bust it right
Any vato that i see, i'm takin' his life
[Outro]
Grrah
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Grrah, grrah, boom
Grrah, n*gga suck my di*k (Grr)
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Mezzy Gang
AHH
Grrah, n*gga, everything dead