B4

Lyrics

[Intro: The Godfather & ShredGang Mone] Bitch You know what the fuck goin' on, nigga (Free the guys, RIP the guys) Yeah Shh, shh (Yeah), shh (Yeah) Shred, Shred, Shred, Shred, Shred [Verse 1: The Godfather] I had bodies in the streets before time up Good aim, gon' hit him in the head when it rise up (Come here) Addicted to the lean, I love my cup Hit a nigga bitch, she tried to play like I'm not the one (Ha) [Verse 2: ShredGang Mone & 9000 Rondae] I've been strippin' niggas way before I told y'all I scream Yay Yay, they comin' like a roll call Diamonds in my earrings look like snowballs (Damn) Sixteen for twenty-three, that's that low ball (Yeah) [Verse 3: 9000 Rondae] We had Glocks before we gave 'em what they want I don't take 'em serious, think they gon' play? I bet they won't Why they got him pushin' point? Get his shot, I bet he choke Think he safe 'cause he in the joint? I still can get him smoked [Verse 4: The Godfather] Man, get a nigga touched, get his head wrapped Used to take him on a plane, so how they brung the mail back? I don't sell crack, take a hit, gon' count up every rack Gotta hold it with two hands 'cause the switchy on the strap, well [Verse 5: ShredGang Mone] I'll send a bitch and make her bring a bag back (Uh-huh) Then go buy some Dracs and have the hood lookin' like Baghdad With it or without it, niggas treat me like I'm Mad Max All through they section with the Drac', I'm 'bout to tap it [Verse 6: 9000 Rondae] Mask on, but they could tell by how I'm shootin', bro, that's pat man Hit they block broad day, give a fuck about the backlash Have your mans eatin' bullets while he runnin', now he Pac-Man Pussy ass still livin', would've died, but the strap jammed [Verse 7: The Godfather] Eenie-meenie-miney-moe, somebody finna die He can hold the shit he seen, so he went and testified Make the wrong move, I'ma shoot, you gon' be next to God I can't never put this gun down, I'm steppin' for the guys [Verse 8: ShredGang Mone] Then go ink pink pepper stink then hit him with the fully Come through shootin' this bitch just like Mello with the hoodie (Yeah) I've been tryna chill and get paper, but niggas tryna push me (Huh?) Ain't gon' be happy 'til I'm poppin' out they bushes [Verse 9: 9000 Rondae] I be with motherfuckin' dogs, boy, you be with the pussies Play the game on hall of fame, nigga, you keep it on rugby You finally shot your first nigga, boy, oh, you want a cookie? Compact Glock hittin' anybody, call it Snooky (Yeah)