Lyrics

[Intro] Elvis Grrah-grrah-grrah Yo, Nonzo, turn this up Ransom, you fucked this up It get nasty, it get nasty Bitch, I'm totin' Jackie (Totin' Jackie) Oz up, never Gz, y'all know what the fuck goin' on It's Edot, baby, like [Chorus] Can't go, can't lack I keep a knock and I'm quick to attack Bitch, it's stuck to my hip, that's a fact I do drills and the opps make tracks Plus these niggas be chillin' wit' rats I don't got the gun, he get hit wit' the stat Like, off the yerky, Roscoe the driver Chop got kick, somethin' like soccer Said you smokin' on bro, so we smokin' ya' poppa I catch Yus Gz, I'ma flock 'em Like, got ran down, it's a man down, now here all the cops come See another opp, I'm like, "We got one" I'ma hang out the backseat, drop 'em, grrah Bitch, I'm still bangin' for bro Everything dеad when you drop my O [Verse] Too oppy, bitch, we the rеason they smokin' on shh, like It's static? Okay, copy Shit gon' get rocky, like Spin the Sev, empty the clip I see a Flocka, that boy dismissed Lil' thotty, she stay doin' dick She wanna fuck, tell her, "[?]" Like, every opp shot, ReyWayK I keep a knock and it stay on the waist I'm too official, no I won't change Man, I could never go switch on the gang Smokin' on dead niggas, got me deady You kick me a O, where ya' chevy I know a opper got shot in his belly Like, backdoor open, I'm feelin' like Melly This chopper do tricks like Jackie I be damned if I let a opposition clap me So I stay totin' Sally Brittany, Kelly, shit gon' get nasty Masked up for the hit, bitch, I'm clutchin' They stay talkin' on bro, ain't do nothin' Told brodie, "Move, I'm 'bout to up it" Walk in Saks and I spend like a hundred [Chorus] Can't go, can't lack I keep a knock and I'm quick to attack Bitch, it's stuck to my hip, that's a fact I do drills and the opps make tracks Plus these niggas be chillin' wit' rats I don't got the gun, he get hit wit' the stat Like, off the yerky, Roscoe the driver Chop got kick, somethin' like soccer Said you smokin' on bro, so we smokin' ya' poppa I catch Yus Gz, I'ma flock 'em Like, got ran down, it's a man down, now here all the cops come See another opp, I'm like, "We got one" I'ma hang out the backseat, drop 'em, grrah Bitch, it's still bangin' for bro Everything dead when you drop my O