Last Message lyrics

[Intro: TG Crippy]
Grrah, every opp shot
Everything dead, everybody sick
Like, what? Gang
Ayo, Sam
Gang, gang, gang, like
Like, what? (OYK, OGK)
Grrah-grrah, boom (Like, what?)
Gang (Suck my di*k, n*gga)
Grrah, gang, gang

[Verse 1: TG Crippy]
All them opp n*ggas sick
n*ggas know they ain't never do sh*t
Dumpin' the well and I'm dumpin' the clip
Oh, that's a jet? Then I'm passin' that sh*t
Pass me the grip then I'm packin' that sh*t
Tryna' make me a pack in this b*tch
Tana wit' me, he ain't havin' that sh*t
If I pass him the grip, then he clappin' that sh*t, like, what?
And I'm tired of n*ggas always dissin'
What y'all did when your mans went missin'?
Chase pop out and he tryna' dismiss him
Tryna' knock a n*gga off his pivot
5th to the Sev, pop out, get wicked
We them n*ggas doing all the shh
And I rеally wish a n*gga would
Smokin' on Mex, the scent too good
'Bout to spin through thеse lil' n*ggas hood
Tryna' make me a pack, 'cause I should
Dump out the V, cause I know that I could
n*ggas see me and say, "What's good"
Glock got a knock, you thought you was good?
n*ggas know I put on for my hood
Big DOA, when I walk in the spot
If you run up on me, n*gga, you getting shot
Move hot, the deez on my block, they lookin' for chops, but it's under my sock
All the opp n*ggas know how I rock, if they come through my block, then we letting off shots
Suck my di*k, b*tch, every O shot
BigDieGz, when I walk in the spot
LVK, when you come to my block, better drop that 4, or yo ass getting shot
Sha Gz, you could suck my di*k, if I catch you, I'm leavin' you dead on a strip
[?]
And I'm smokin' on Woo, and you still ain't do sh*t
Dubskii shootin', sh*t gotta kick
Mexi shootin', roll him again
Too many dead n*ggas in my spliff
[?]
[Verse 2: TTS Tana]
Ayy, b*tch, what it is
I'm so tired of these goddamn kids
How you live, and I'll put that on Neezy, these n*ggas ain't got no hits
Get griddy, we griddy with grips
SK sh*t, watch out, we take trips
TG gon' dump the whole 6
Cops get shot, we don't give no sh*ts
Hit his face, like dollars
He was yelling for help, make him holler
[?], don't bother
Hit you with lil' uzi, whatever revolver
I'm a starter, how you mad, 'cause [?] just told me that you n*ggas is broke
Sending shots, one hit his throat
Lil Mac with the loose, don't run, don't joke
It's a mission, lil' moves, they movin', they itchin'
[?], that n*gga, he b*tchin'
In the world of the East, you snitchin'
You trippin', [?] different
[?]
I don't wanna hear sh*t, you finished
Don't say sh*t when a n*gga start blitzin'

[Outro: TG Crippy]
Yeah, cuzzie
They know what the f*ck going on
Last message to all y'all lil' dumb n*ggas
Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom
Gang, gang, gang