SOS lyrics

[Intro:]
Turn me up, [?]

[Verse 1: Quez2rr]
Ayy, step on sh*t until my feet hurt
They dissin' on Z5, we come through, wet a n*gga t-shirt
Back from Hell, b*tch, they done woke the demon up like I got rebirthed
And we spin it once, ain't hit his ass, spin again like we gon' rehearse, n*gga
On P
I put my smacker on, gave him 20 racks, told him, "Bring back n*ggas tops"
Been breakin' n*ggas jaws since sixth grade, eighth grade, snatchin' n*ggas Glocks
Ayy ho, you cute and all, but I came over here just to get off all these rocks
I can't name a time they spoke on gang and come through trippin' wit' that mop
Thеse shots firin', n*gga
And they hit yo' man on top and he got droppеd, why you ain't slide, n*gga?
Ayy, I come through wit' that (frraow), knock his sh*t off 'bout they ride, n*gga
You ain't dissin' on my gang, like smokin' cigarettes make you die quicker
He got hit wit' tracer bullets, they different colors, lookin' like Pride hit him

[Verse 2: Anti Da Menace]
Brrt, yeah, let's ride, n*gga
Told this b*tch, "Watch how you talk to me, I ain't yo' side n*gga"
I shoot everybody in this b*tch, I feel like Brian Nichols
pus*y never, ever popped a lock, came out wit' nine pistols
I'm on two Percs, I'll get yo' b*tch and make her squirt, huh
You out here hurtin'? Then lil' f*ck n*gga, go to work, bruh
I treat my choppa like a ass, ooh, I'ma twerk sumn'
I'm only nineteen wit' bright dreams, but I'm twenty-one
Huh, who done became a hypebeast, n*gga suck like I won't step on sumn'
My momma' know what the f*ck she raised, since thirteen, slangin' guns
You want yo' hair done and yo' nails done? Babe, I'm havin' fun
Told momma', "Don't worry 'bout what I spend, yo' lil' boy havin' fun"
I'm steady bangin' sh*t for Bobby
That n*gga died, you ain't heal about it?
She like, "You sure you gon' come tonight"
I text a b*tch and I said, "Probably"
I'm wavin' up and down wit' this pipe, I swear this blick, it got hydraulics
Tell that b*tch to move around, that pus*y smell just like Hot Pockets
What the f*ck is a damn bird? b*tch, I'm a vulture in these streets
All I gotta' say is a word to make a call and that boy sleep
Every time a n*gga get to droppin' shots, they put police on me
That boy's a rat, he gon' tell everything, call that boy lil' Chuck E. Cheese
She said, "Anti, I want Juicy Crab," bought her Mickey D's
She said, "Anti, I want my back stabbed," b*tch, get on yo' knees
Blow yo' ass down like some wind, n*gga, you gon' always feel the breeze
We come through that b*tch wit' ten choppas, we gon' always make sumn' bleed
[Break: Quez2rr]
(Ayy, step on sh*t until my feet hurt)
(They dissin' on Z5, we come through, wet a n*gga t-shirt)
(Back from Hell, b*tch, they done woke the demon up like I got rebirthed)
(And we spin it once, ain't hit his ass, spin again like we gon' rehearse, n*gga)
On P

[Verse 3: Enphamus]
Wit' the red beam on this b*tch, it stop a n*gga whip like stop sign
This switch sh*t ain't new to us, at only ten I had a Glock 9
I coulda' buyed so many drums, look like a [?] box, yeah, Popeyes
Go try to pop out, pus*y play wit' me, b*tch, I'm shootin' when we lock eyes
Huh, huh, I get that drop then I need blood like an anemic b*tch
Huh, frra, baow, now he can't even move, paraplegic b*tch
b*tch go nuts when I go deep in, this b*tch got titties wit' no cleavage
You ever pulled up wit' them f*ckin' arms and left a n*gga sleeveless?
b*tch
Uh, ain't no rapper, I'm a musician, I got keys and sh*t
Uh, send you straight to Hell for tryna' act like you got demons, b*tch
Uh, every b*tch a boss and independent, 'till the semen hit
Uh, pull up in that X6 BMW and watch me beam the b*tch
Uh, pop out in a mask like Jim Carrey, you pussies think I'm green
You tried this sh*t, can't make-up for it, 'cause pus*y, this ain't Maybelline
Snatch him from that mic then jack his ass, n*gga, like Billie Jean
If I see that porch light, I'm outside the b*tch house like I'm trick-or-treatin'