Oy (grrah bang) (O block) (Oy) (Oy) You know what the fuck it is man
The future man (Gooo, gooo) (Goooo, gooo) Grrah-bang, grrah Grrah-bang, grrah Huh? What? Come on Yeahhh (Oy) Slatt, slatt, It´s box (uh-huh) (uh-huh) (Oy, O block ya heard) (uh-huh) (uh-huh) Come on Yeahhh, slatt (It´s box) Come on
Bitch we on that and we in a raq O block, oy Catch this k, you get clapped I´m still with this that can get you wacked And I stay on that shit, GBG in the back
Like, box with me but he ain´t gon box I told bro bend blocks, throw shots And if he tell me that he want you dead On my mother everybody shot
We put blood on all the opps Shoot they ass like uncle willie kids Mama told me stay up out the streets, you gon be really big Glocks the only handguns that I like so keep yo silly cigs Name a rapper 30+ that still ain´t make it billions (cough-cough-cough) Damn, that´s shit rick nigga Can´t name a bitch, I ain´t hit If I ain´t hit back, bleesh ain´t hit ha
On the road, me and my bros With some freak hoes and 3 sprinters Bitch said she want lobster Told that bitch she getting a cheap dinner
Cause they talking bout Notti, they shot Lil Lay had died cause he tried to box Oh they started a bop Big EBK, we making it hot Call up my ooter, he shot after shot On the bike, it was me and Ddot Like, all of the dissing got fucking stop But y´all said it so y´all gotta drop (grah) Bitch Imma O, what y´all wanna do I got a gun, I bet I make a move Free Movelook, bro stuck on the rock I told Quan, I´m gon go to the top
He get shot if he talking on Notti Bend blocks, throw shots for dotty Nazzy, Rippy, JB, Bobby Oh my god, what happened to Lotti
I ain´t gon lie, this ain´t no disstrack This a evil ass song He was screaming out "Oh No" When they found his mans gone I was laughing to the floor I listen to V Roy ass song (Von) He ain´t even 4KT but shit he caught a headstone (Come here) (Come here)
Bitch we on that and we in a raq O block, oy
Catch this k, you get clapped I´m still with this that can get you wacked And I stay on that shit, GBG in the back Like, box with me but he ain´t gon box I told bro bend blocks, throw shots And if he tell me that he want you dead On my mother everybody shot
We put blood on all the opps Shoot they ass like uncle willie kids Mama told me stay up out the streets You gon be really big Glocks the only handguns that I like so keep yo silly cigs Name a rapper 30+ that still ain´t make it billions
We be bending through the opps, even the opps know And I heard lil pussy ass got shot, took on a hop though And I know they dissing on the guys Well shit, they not though But it´s cool, I spin to they side and catch a hot one Grrah bang