INTRO lyrics

[Intro]
Grrah
n*ggas know the f*ck it is man
Is that TG Crippy n*gga, n*gga
I don't really gotta say much
I don't really do too much in my f*cking intros
Do n*ggas know my body like? (B-B-B-B-Beats by Yamaica Productions baby)
Real sh*t tho
Like, i'm 5th to the Sev
C.E.O
You know I made that sh*t like?
I don't really gotta say too much n*gga
All of my n*ggas can break that
Like y'all n*ggas know what the f*ck is going on
Everything dead n*gga
We smoking every dead opp
I don't give a f*ck right now
The f*ck?

[Verse]
Still free Flocka
Never lock him
Bro in the island, Notti boppin' like
I wanna know why you lying
I seened you in traffic, you wasn't on timin', like
Big guns, never little
n*ggas be playing the man in the middle
Everything dead when i'm pullin' my pistol
With the beam on the top, ain't no way i'ma miss you
You was talking on bro in ya raps?
Ain't no way i'ma ever forget you
Go to your block
Matter fact, I got n*ggas that's ready to go send a missile
n*ggas wanna talk it out
When there's nothing to talk about
Y'all n*ggas better just walk it out
When we see an opp, we gon' talk him out
n*ggas talking on bro, is he dumb?
What the f*ck is he talking 'bout?
Like, didn’t you just get shot and ya brother died
Edot, suicide
Big chops and a rhyme
Chase pop out, like you ready to die
I don't think n*ggas ready to die, 'cuz these n*ggas runnin' every time
I ain't going for nothing, on the guys
n*ggas better have something, when we slide
I told bro "Yo pass me the uzi", He gave it to me, 'cuz he know i'm an ooter
Run uppon me, i'ma spin your medula
Big D.O.A, y'all n*ggas is losers
You got money?
Go buy a shooter
You ain't spinnin' my block for sh*t
If you do n*gga, stop the whip
n*ggas don't really be flockin' sh*t
n*ggas don't really be spinnin', these n*ggas is pus*y, they be on some drivin’ sh*t
Tottin' knocka, might meet me at death row
Told the opps to go pick his deads up
Catch DD, i'm knocking his head off
Catch Sha Gz, then i'm knocking his dreads off
Man, i really can't wait 'til i find 'em
That's on bro, all these n*ggas be hiding
n*ggas said I got beat on the island, n*gga you already know that you lying
If i did I would’ve never jacked it
You would've got shot, stabbed, like what happened
On the island, like "what's cracking"
He say the wrong thing, i'ma slap him
Ayo Bharlie, what's the vibes bro?
Let's go take a trip to the Vatos
First that we see, split his taco
Turned out, what?
How many died tho
Dropping the 5, you must be retarded
We gon' shoot every vato, them n*ggas is targets
Ayo Nesty, get off my di*k, you still wear fake drip and your music is garbage
You's a friend that you turned into a demon?
You was never like that in the first place
Don't get caught, you can go out the worst way
You better not let us catch you in your birthday
We can show you how sh*t it get lit
We can show you how sh*t it get active
All cold, but don't play for the Mavericks
If that's a baddie then I gotta have it
Beat it up with my carti's on
Eat me up while writing a song
And that's the type of sh*t I be on
2 shots, 3 shots, now he gone
And you don't have to ask what i'm smoking
'Cuz you know i'm smoking on
Lotti, Notti, Bobby
Can't forget 'bout lil Edotty
Nick Blixk got hit with a shotty
[?] got tripped, got hit with a hottie
Mex got slumped in the whip like molly
Rah caught two to the face, no prolly, like
And i'm back on my sh*t
Catch lil Winter, beat her with the grip
If it get on her knees, start sucking my di*k
What the f*ck you do? How you smoking JayRip?
Now Charlie, Zay, all in my spliff
I don't care if them n*ggas is crips
Everything dead, f*ck the Mitch
If it is 5th to the Sev, sh*t get lit
He can hit in his head, with the grip
Rock him right to bed, as he on my di*k
I dare your brother to get put in a spliff
They just wanna rap, n*ggas ain't doing sh*t
[Outro]
n*ggas ain't doing sh*t
Like suck my di*k, everything dead, everybody hit
n*ggas know what the f*ck going on
I don't really gotta say to much
I already told y'all n*ggas what the f*ck going on, in this whole f*cking song n*gga
Like what the f*ck y'all n*ggas talking 'bout, really tho
I ain't gon' lie we everything k like
Grrah, gang, gang, gang
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, boom
Brrrrrr
Smoking all deads, grrah