Good Aim lyrics

[Intro]
(Dodo, what's the word?)

[Verse 1: Trezo]
Big-ass milli', I don't tote no nina (A milli')
Spin the block, I'm doin' the clean up (Grrah)
Opps see that we beat the streets up
Easy to f*ck up the opps, they teamed up (Frr)
Hit every top, I just kick my feet up
New pack, it's time to re-up
Already know the fees up
'Less you wanna die 'bout a ho, come see us (Come get it)
In the stu' with Chuckyy The Tweaker
Told blood I was born as a reaper (Huh?)
I was just bumpin' blood the speaker
Lookin' for a n*gga to put in the bleachers
Binary on the baby AR, street sweeper
30S, this b*tch a keeper
Side b*tch, I'll f*ck on either
I love that ten, but she know I'm a cheater
Chase me a n*gga like cheetahs and sh*t
I'd lay on the Perc' just to give me a vic' (I'm goin')
We eat these n*ggas like meat in this sh*t
Not tryna cope back from seekin' them hits
But I bleed this sh*t
I think that's why n*ggas mad because they don't bleed like this (Goofies)
I keep that, uh, soon as you try to play crazy, a n*gga gon' bleed from his wig (Bah)
[Verse 2: Chuckyy]
Hit his block, there he go right there (Come here)
Bounce out, chasin' n*ggas, better hold they breath
Got bullseye aim, smackin' sh*t like Steph
392, opps' block, layin' that belt (Come here, come here)
Mask on, tryna put a n*gga right on the shelf
Croppin' sh*t out the pic, boy, you might get nailed
Big Opp in the cut, boy, you might get killed
Milly D pop out, n*ggas tuck they tails (You know that)
Spin they block for days, n*ggas never on sh*t
Only thing y'all good for is makin' a diss (b*tch-ass n*gga)
Hit a n*gga block up, folks yellin' he hit (I'm hit)
Put the flash on his ass like we takin' a pic (Come here)
We deep in them trenches, I'm takin' a risk
We hot car ridin', two deep, four sticks
f*ck the law, we scratch off, we takin' the slicks
Pass the ball to Zo Pound, I'ma make an assist

[Verse 3: Big Opp]
Pass the ball to Zo Pound, I'ma make an assist
From the 9 to the Gardens, you still'll get drenched
Long live C Murda, we was goin' on hits
When I first met 40, he was totin' a stick
Long live lil' 7 we was takin' a risk
You'll still get shot if you makin' a diss
Big Opp, got my name 'cause I'm good with a switch
And I got good aim, so I'm never gon' miss
Think you safe in the 100s, then we spinnin' your block
Say it's cold outside, well, we makin' it hot
Me, Zo, lil' 40, we in traffic, we spinnin'
That's too many killers, know somebody gettin' shot
That's too many rounds, lot of n*ggas gettin' popped
Got too many opps, lot of n*ggas gettin' dropped
My opps keep dyin', they opps keep dyin'
Got too many pipes, all them b*tches gettin' swapped (Opp)