Revenge lyrics

[Intro: UnoTheActivist, Everything Gwaluh & SouthsideSmoke]
Rob me a n*gga like every Friday
And I'm with Smoke and he bang the Brim way
And I'm with Bloody Dior, he bangin' 9 Trey
Chopper hit him, bullet holes in his face, ooh, ooh (Lil b*tch)
Whoop
Everything motherf*ckin' Gwaluh, yeah
(Hudda, hudda, hudda, hudda, hudda)
Southside, n*gga, yeah
Jurassic Park, b*tch
You already know what the f*ck brackin', n*gga, yeah
Welcome to Clayton County AKA Jurassic Park

[Verse 1: Everything Gwaluh]
n*ggas talkin' beef but they ain't ready for war
I ain't pullin' up with straps, I'll throw a bomb in your car
pus*y n*gga, what it is? I'll bring it to your front yard
Where the f*ck your mama live, n*gga? I'll wet that sh*t up
n*gga, stop f*ckin' playin' with your life, this ain't that
n*gga pull up with a MAC, I bet I'll empty the MAC
Whoop hudda, Everything Gwaluh been the f*ckin' shooter
Pass it to my lil bro to see if he gonna do it, yeah

[Verse 2: SouthsideSmoke & UnoTheActivist]
And you know I f*ckin' am
Spray your ass with my man
Then I pull off in a Lamb, skrrt-skrrt, goin' ham
Yeah, I got the Glock .40 and you know I tote the nina
And my b*tch by my side, shawty looking like a diva
Know it's SouthsideSmoke, got the nina right now, ayy
n*gga talkin' brazy, I'ma lay his ass down
That's on my set Brim Gang
Yeah, y'all pus*y n*ggas lame
Man, I'm in it for the cash
I don't give a f*ck about some fame
Damn, my teeth bling
Damn, my wrist bling, ooh
Stomp on your block like a f*ckin' orangutan, yeah, yeah
(What?)
Run my check every day, yeah
(What?)
n*gga, don't ever play, ayy
(What?)
Pistols right to your face, yeah
(What?)
We takin' everything
(Hold on, lil, hold on, lil, hold on, hold on)
[Verse 3: UnoTheActivist]
Hold on, hold on, little ho
I'm from the 3, I'm sticked up with Boat
And my diamonds jumpin' just like jump rope
Hold on, little b*tch, put this pistol to your throat
I f*cked your baby mama right on the bamera
I'm with the whoop, he bangin' Bloody Bandana
I pull up then pour the deuce right in my Fanta
Put two in his head then put one in his mama
Rob me a n*gga like every Friday
And I'm with Smoke and he bang the Brim way
And I'm with Bloody Dior, he bangin' 9 Trey
Chopper hit him, bullet holes in his face (Lil b*tch)
Ooh, ooh, I'm sprayin' like Mase
Hold on, baby, suck me, I'm like, "How do it taste?"
Chopper hit him, body flip just like gymnastics
If he try to run up know I keep me a stick, ooh (Stick)
Hold on, lil b*tch, what you doin'?
The b*tch wanna ball and I'm like Patrick Ewing
Chopper hit him, now his body get to oozin', ooh
And I got a clip like a movie, yeah