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(They let 4mosa on the track, b*t*h)
(Josh!)
Huh, like, like, like
Grrah, grrah, grrah
Baow-baow (Ah)

This sh*t deeper than rap, man, this sh*t ain't no cap
Tryna push up on me, get him whacked (Baow, baow, baow)
Nazzy dead and y'all still ain't get back (Nazzy)
Reload and bend and we spinning right back (Baow-baow)
Like, I'm a ooter, just watch how I blam
Back out the chop and n***as running laps
How many opps done got took off the map?
Bobby, Diddy, Charley got packed (Bobby)
Can't forgot about (Shh), he got hit in his back
Like, if he with his boo, get 'em clapped
Try to reach for my chain, he would never do that (Like, nah)
EBS demons, we gotta' move tact', like (EBS)
I been fiendin' to catch me a pack
Eli a b*t*h, how you told? You a rat (You a rat)
Beat on his head, got 'em running like track
Like, think, bro not a ooter you smacked (Baow, baow)
They like, “Yus, you the face of the Bronx”, that's a fact
Make a move, I'm tryna get n***as clapped
N***a, boom, bullets gon' beat on his back
N***a, zoom, I'm tryna run up the racks
Like, you don't know me so stop looking back
Don't panic, up it, then I double tap
Don't run, bro got the beam on his strap
Like, oh, he DOA? Cut off his tat'
I'm a top three shotta, better check out the stats
Spin on my dollie, them n***as get clapped
Big gun got kick, they don't know what's attached
Don't run, he was runnin', he didn't look back
Red beam on the gun if that boy try to run
Up on his mommy and daddy and son (Sniper the Blixk')

Spinnin' through, it's just 22 and Yus
Stomach shot, n***a better get rushed
Head tap, you can see all the pus
My lil' stepper tryna hang out the truck
Soon as he lack, he in a pack
If he ain't dead then we spinnin' it back
I got like thirty shots up in the strap
Switch on the blick, when I squeeze, it'll go grrat
Click at his face, all you see was the splat
Gun in the river, we been movin' tact'
Brodie don't talk much, 'cause he do walk-ups
Spin through they 'jects, n***as better be cautious
We put a opp from the X then to the coffin
Heard he in Brooklyn, we tryna go off him
Ooters on go, I ain't tryna make it hot
We tryna score, they ain't playin' they block
Spot 'em, I promise, he dead on the spot
I kept on clickin' 'til I seen him drop
N***as be rappers, actors, chattin', cappin', probably be rattin'
Catch him in traffic, know it's a basket, pack him, shouldn't be lackin'
This sh*t deeper than rap, man, this sh*t ain't no cap
Tryna push up on me, get him whacked (Baow, baow, baow)
Nazzy dead and y'all still ain't get back (Nazzy)
Reload and bend and we spinning right back (Baow-baow)
Like, I'm a ooter, just watch how I blam
Back out the chop and n***as running laps
How many opps done got took off the map?
Bobby, Diddy, Charley got packed (Bobby)
Can't forgot about (Shh), he got hit in his back
Like, if he with his boo, get 'em clapped
Try to reach for my chain, he would never do that (Like, nah)
EBS demons, we gotta' move tact', like (EBS)
I been fiendin' to catch me a pack
Eli a b*t*h, how you told? You a rat (You a rat)
Beat on his head, got 'em running like track
Like, think, bro not a ooter you smacked (Baow, baow)

Like, Yus the face of the Bronx
Ah

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