作词 : Bennie Briggman/Jaylen Jackson/Treyvon Jackson
作曲 : Michael Briggman/Christopher Irons
Grrah, grrah, boom
Ah
Every opp shot
Everything dead
If it get lit, I'm bendin' through that block
Tell the Y to send a couple shots
We drop a oota, chillin' with some ootas
If you try to run up, then you gettin' flocked
I heard a bunny got put in the box
And a hollow hit him in his top
I'm from the 5th, we got a lot of opps
But they don't do shit, we got a lot of chops
When I'm uppin' the knocker, that shit got a kick
Roll a Dummy, mix it with the the Nick
They cap in they rap, but they ain't doin' shit
Niggas keep gettin' took off the list
If she tryna line me, I'm slimin' that bitch
And a nigga gon' die with that bitch
Cause I keep a knock, I can't go out like Nick
So my knocker off safety, this Glock got a switch
Like, spin the hill, where thеy at?
I'm tryna take a Jiggy off the map
Niggas kill me, that's a fact
Likе y'all wasn't just throwin' up Makk
And since niggas lookin' for Makks, I'ma spin through the O tryna make me a pack
Hit his chest and it went through his back, he hit the ground the bullets left him flat
With the Makks and the Crippys, lookin' for Gz it get litty
Put the beam, on a glizzy
Back out the shotty and do him like Nicky
94K we don't **** with no Drillys
Thottie line em' and she could get tricky
I'm on sight and I'm always on fifty
And we still slidin' tryna make a spliffy
And I wanna shoot, lil nigga just pass that
With the choppa I feel like I'm Mad Max
Oh, it's the Jet? Knock off his dad hat
In the fifty, bitch, I'm where the Makks at
And they dissin' but they gettin' clapped at
My lil' wocky gon' up it and blast that
You got money, bitch, I gotta have that
You want a feature, then send it through CashApp, like
Mix the Rah-Rah, with the Dummy
And the Mexxy with the Dubski
And the Yellow with the Country
Everyone shot yeah that shit could get ugly
No GDs, no Bunnies
Everything dead if niggas try to touch me
Bitch I keep a chop I'm always comfy
He got hit and ain't die, he was lucky
We gon' bend through they block in a GMC
I can't wait till I catch me an OMB
He throw a O up, you know that I'm sendin' three
I can't wait till a nigga run into me
Keep a knock, and this shit not for show
Spot a O, then he gotta go
I'm uppin' the pole I'm shootin' for sure
Catch you on the Hill and I'm lettin' it go
Niggas know we don't **** with no O's
Niggas know we don't **** with no Blixky's
Niggas know we don't **** with no Drilly's
Opps linkin' up, man this shit gettin' mixy
Where they at? On the Hav?
Say that, we gon' come through the back
In the stu' with a couple of Makks
I'm a Loc, but I stay with a Hat
Ayo, Justo, where they at?
On the tenth, I'm tryna get smacked
Send shots they ain't ever throw back
Big OMBK, niggas know where I'm at
Free Keemy, niggas know what's up
If he got it, I bet he gon' let it dump
**** a Sally, I heard she be jammin' up
We gon' bend through the O tryna catch us one
How you say that you smokin' on JB?
Head shot, leave a lil nigga lazy
Not a killa, but don't play me
Pass the knocker, to my lady
She gon' flock it, on the daily
**** the opps, I know that they hate me
Want a feature, better pay me
Every track I'm on is goin' crazy
Yo Kenzo, pass me the .80
I'm goin' through that block, and I better go crazy
Where the opps? They sick
Told them niggas to get off my dick
Ayo Nesty, you a bitch
Your mans got back, you ain't ever do shit
All I see is, “Everything for Rah-Rah”
Y'all ain't do anything when he went bye-bye
Keep a knock, I'm a top opp
Free Kay, niggas know that's the top flock
Spot a opp, and I'm sendin' like 5 shots
Big DOA, niggas know that we top 5
(Keep a knock, I'm a top opp
Free Kay, niggas know that's the top flock
Spot a opp, and I'm sendin' like 5 shots
Big DOA, niggas know that we top 5)
Ain't you , nigga, you a kid
Out there spreadin' rumors like a bitch
Beat up who? Man, he gotta be sick
Why you think spent bread on this grip?
And it's always the niggas that don't leave the crib
EK who? Man, that boy is a snitch
Say he a ooter, but never did shit
When I catch you in traffic just know that it's lit
Claim we got static, bro, who is y'all foolin'?
Outside, they spin, we boomin'
Linkin' for clout, man, these niggas is goofies
Fanned out they rushed, they groupies
Spot me a jake, send shots to his kufie
Seen tragic, shit get gooey
Teach him alot, we been tryin' to make movies
Clear the block since shit get spooky
We been buggin' like **** all these new opps
8th the Hav, been studyin' that new block
Bust a Chevy, and get me some new guap
**** around, go 'head and buy me a new chop
Heard Nas got hit in his treetop
Thought you was walkin' around with big rocks
Spin the block, spot me opp, he get hit up
Big GDK, so mad, come chase 'em
Grrah
Every opp shot, like, everything dead, like, everybody K, like
Ah
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah
🎵
LRC歌词版本
作词 : Bennie Briggman/Jaylen Jackson/Treyvon Jackson
作曲 : Michael Briggman/Christopher Irons
[Intro: Kenzo Balla]
Grrah, grrah, boom
Ah
Every opp shot
Everything dead
[Verse 1: Kenzo Balla]
If it get lit, I'm bendin' through that block
Tell the Y to send a couple shots
We drop a oota, chillin' with some ootas
If you try to run up, then you gettin' flocked
I heard a bunny got put in the box
And a hollow hit him in his top
I'm from the 5th, we got a lot of opps
But they don't do shit, we got a lot of chops
When I'm uppin' the knocker, that shit got a kick
Roll a Dummy, mix it with the the Nick
They cap in they rap, but they ain't doin' shit
Niggas keep gettin' took off the list
If she tryna line me, I'm slimin' that bitch
And a nigga gon' die with that bitch
Cause I keep a knock, I can't go out like Nick
So my knocker off safety, this Glock got a switch
Like, spin the hill, where thеy at?
I'm tryna take a Jiggy off the map
Niggas kill me, that's a fact
Likе y'all wasn't just throwin' up Makk
And since niggas lookin' for Makks, I'ma spin through the O tryna make me a pack
Hit his chest and it went through his back, he hit the ground the bullets left him flat
With the Makks and the Crippys, lookin' for Gz it get litty
Put the beam, on a glizzy
Back out the shotty and do him like Nicky
94K we don't **** with no Drillys
Thottie line em' and she could get tricky
I'm on sight and I'm always on fifty
And we still slidin' tryna make a spliffy
And I wanna shoot, lil nigga just pass that
With the choppa I feel like I'm Mad Max
Oh, it's the Jet? Knock off his dad hat
In the fifty, bitch, I'm where the Makks at
And they dissin' but they gettin' clapped at
My lil' wocky gon' up it and blast that
You got money, bitch, I gotta have that
You want a feature, then send it through CashApp, like
Mix the Rah-Rah, with the Dummy
And the Mexxy with the Dubski
And the Yellow with the Country
Everyone shot yeah that shit could get ugly
No GDs, no Bunnies
Everything dead if niggas try to touch me
Bitch I keep a chop I'm always comfy
He got hit and ain't die, he was lucky
[Verse 2: TG Crippy]
We gon' bend through they block in a GMC
I can't wait till I catch me an OMB
He throw a O up, you know that I'm sendin' three
I can't wait till a nigga run into me
Keep a knock, and this shit not for show
Spot a O, then he gotta go
I'm uppin' the pole I'm shootin' for sure
Catch you on the Hill and I'm lettin' it go
Niggas know we don't **** with no O's
Niggas know we don't **** with no Blixky's
Niggas know we don't **** with no Drilly's
Opps linkin' up, man this shit gettin' mixy
Where they at? On the Hav?
Say that, we gon' come through the back
In the stu' with a couple of Makks
I'm a Loc, but I stay with a Hat
Ayo, Justo, where they at?
On the tenth, I'm tryna get smacked
Send shots they ain't ever throw back
Big OMBK, niggas know where I'm at
Free Keemy, niggas know what's up
If he got it, I bet he gon' let it dump
**** a Sally, I heard she be jammin' up
We gon' bend through the O tryna catch us one
How you say that you smokin' on JB?
Head shot, leave a lil nigga lazy
Not a killa, but don't play me
Pass the knocker, to my lady
She gon' flock it, on the daily
**** the opps, I know that they hate me
Want a feature, better pay me
Every track I'm on is goin' crazy
Yo Kenzo, pass me the .80
I'm goin' through that block, and I better go crazy
Where the opps? They sick
Told them niggas to get off my dick
Ayo Nesty, you a bitch
Your mans got back, you ain't ever do shit
All I see is, “Everything for Rah-Rah”
Y'all ain't do anything when he went bye-bye
Keep a knock, I'm a top opp
Free Kay, niggas know that's the top flock
Spot a opp, and I'm sendin' like 5 shots
Big DOA, niggas know that we top 5
(Keep a knock, I'm a top opp
Free Kay, niggas know that's the top flock
Spot a opp, and I'm sendin' like 5 shots
Big DOA, niggas know that we top 5)
[Verse 3: JayDaChaserr]
Ain't you [?], nigga, you a kid
Out there spreadin' rumors like a bitch
Beat up who? Man, he gotta be sick
Why you think spent bread on this grip?
And it's always the niggas that don't leave the crib
EK who? Man, that boy is a snitch
Say he a ooter, but never did shit
When I catch you in traffic just know that it's lit
Claim we got static, bro, who is y'all foolin'?
Outside, they spin, we boomin'
Linkin' for clout, man, these niggas is goofies
Fanned out they rushed, they groupies
Spot me a jake, send shots to his kufie
Seen tragic, shit get gooey
Teach him alot, we been tryin' to make movies
Clear the block since shit get spooky
We been buggin' like **** all these new opps
8th the Hav, been studyin' that new block
Bust a Chevy, and get me some new guap
**** around, go 'head and buy me a new chop
Heard Nas got hit in his treetop
Thought you was walkin' around with big rocks
Spin the block, spot me opp, he get hit up
Big GDK, so mad, come chase 'em
[Outro: Kenzo Balla]
Grrah
Every opp shot, like, everything dead, like, everybody K, like
Ah
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah
📝
纯歌词版本
作词 : Bennie Briggman/Jaylen Jackson/Treyvon Jackson
作曲 : Michael Briggman/Christopher Irons
Grrah, grrah, boom
Ah
Every opp shot
Everything dead
If it get lit, I'm bendin' through that block
Tell the Y to send a couple shots
We drop a oota, chillin' with some ootas
If you try to run up, then you gettin' flocked
I heard a bunny got put in the box
And a hollow hit him in his top
I'm from the 5th, we got a lot of opps
But they don't do shit, we got a lot of chops
When I'm uppin' the knocker, that shit got a kick
Roll a Dummy, mix it with the the Nick
They cap in they rap, but they ain't doin' shit
Niggas keep gettin' took off the list
If she tryna line me, I'm slimin' that bitch
And a nigga gon' die with that bitch
Cause I keep a knock, I can't go out like Nick
So my knocker off safety, this Glock got a switch
Like, spin the hill, where thеy at?
I'm tryna take a Jiggy off the map
Niggas kill me, that's a fact
Likе y'all wasn't just throwin' up Makk
And since niggas lookin' for Makks, I'ma spin through the O tryna make me a pack
Hit his chest and it went through his back, he hit the ground the bullets left him flat
With the Makks and the Crippys, lookin' for Gz it get litty
Put the beam, on a glizzy
Back out the shotty and do him like Nicky
94K we don't **** with no Drillys
Thottie line em' and she could get tricky
I'm on sight and I'm always on fifty
And we still slidin' tryna make a spliffy
And I wanna shoot, lil nigga just pass that
With the choppa I feel like I'm Mad Max
Oh, it's the Jet? Knock off his dad hat
In the fifty, bitch, I'm where the Makks at
And they dissin' but they gettin' clapped at
My lil' wocky gon' up it and blast that
You got money, bitch, I gotta have that
You want a feature, then send it through CashApp, like
Mix the Rah-Rah, with the Dummy
And the Mexxy with the Dubski
And the Yellow with the Country
Everyone shot yeah that shit could get ugly
No GDs, no Bunnies
Everything dead if niggas try to touch me
Bitch I keep a chop I'm always comfy
He got hit and ain't die, he was lucky
We gon' bend through they block in a GMC
I can't wait till I catch me an OMB
He throw a O up, you know that I'm sendin' three
I can't wait till a nigga run into me
Keep a knock, and this shit not for show
Spot a O, then he gotta go
I'm uppin' the pole I'm shootin' for sure
Catch you on the Hill and I'm lettin' it go
Niggas know we don't **** with no O's
Niggas know we don't **** with no Blixky's
Niggas know we don't **** with no Drilly's
Opps linkin' up, man this shit gettin' mixy
Where they at? On the Hav?
Say that, we gon' come through the back
In the stu' with a couple of Makks
I'm a Loc, but I stay with a Hat
Ayo, Justo, where they at?
On the tenth, I'm tryna get smacked
Send shots they ain't ever throw back
Big OMBK, niggas know where I'm at
Free Keemy, niggas know what's up
If he got it, I bet he gon' let it dump
**** a Sally, I heard she be jammin' up
We gon' bend through the O tryna catch us one
How you say that you smokin' on JB?
Head shot, leave a lil nigga lazy
Not a killa, but don't play me
Pass the knocker, to my lady
She gon' flock it, on the daily
**** the opps, I know that they hate me
Want a feature, better pay me
Every track I'm on is goin' crazy
Yo Kenzo, pass me the .80
I'm goin' through that block, and I better go crazy
Where the opps? They sick
Told them niggas to get off my dick
Ayo Nesty, you a bitch
Your mans got back, you ain't ever do shit
All I see is, “Everything for Rah-Rah”
Y'all ain't do anything when he went bye-bye
Keep a knock, I'm a top opp
Free Kay, niggas know that's the top flock
Spot a opp, and I'm sendin' like 5 shots
Big DOA, niggas know that we top 5
(Keep a knock, I'm a top opp
Free Kay, niggas know that's the top flock
Spot a opp, and I'm sendin' like 5 shots
Big DOA, niggas know that we top 5)
Ain't you , nigga, you a kid
Out there spreadin' rumors like a bitch
Beat up who? Man, he gotta be sick
Why you think spent bread on this grip?
And it's always the niggas that don't leave the crib
EK who? Man, that boy is a snitch
Say he a ooter, but never did shit
When I catch you in traffic just know that it's lit
Claim we got static, bro, who is y'all foolin'?
Outside, they spin, we boomin'
Linkin' for clout, man, these niggas is goofies
Fanned out they rushed, they groupies
Spot me a jake, send shots to his kufie
Seen tragic, shit get gooey
Teach him alot, we been tryin' to make movies
Clear the block since shit get spooky
We been buggin' like **** all these new opps
8th the Hav, been studyin' that new block
Bust a Chevy, and get me some new guap
**** around, go 'head and buy me a new chop
Heard Nas got hit in his treetop
Thought you was walkin' around with big rocks
Spin the block, spot me opp, he get hit up
Big GDK, so mad, come chase 'em
Grrah
Every opp shot, like, everything dead, like, everybody K, like
Ah
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah
🎵
LRC歌词版本
作词 : Bennie Briggman/Jaylen Jackson/Treyvon Jackson
作曲 : Michael Briggman/Christopher Irons
[Intro: Kenzo Balla]
Grrah, grrah, boom
Ah
Every opp shot
Everything dead
[Verse 1: Kenzo Balla]
If it get lit, I'm bendin' through that block
Tell the Y to send a couple shots
We drop a oota, chillin' with some ootas
If you try to run up, then you gettin' flocked
I heard a bunny got put in the box
And a hollow hit him in his top
I'm from the 5th, we got a lot of opps
But they don't do shit, we got a lot of chops
When I'm uppin' the knocker, that shit got a kick
Roll a Dummy, mix it with the the Nick
They cap in they rap, but they ain't doin' shit
Niggas keep gettin' took off the list
If she tryna line me, I'm slimin' that bitch
And a nigga gon' die with that bitch
Cause I keep a knock, I can't go out like Nick
So my knocker off safety, this Glock got a switch
Like, spin the hill, where thеy at?
I'm tryna take a Jiggy off the map
Niggas kill me, that's a fact
Likе y'all wasn't just throwin' up Makk
And since niggas lookin' for Makks, I'ma spin through the O tryna make me a pack
Hit his chest and it went through his back, he hit the ground the bullets left him flat
With the Makks and the Crippys, lookin' for Gz it get litty
Put the beam, on a glizzy
Back out the shotty and do him like Nicky
94K we don't **** with no Drillys
Thottie line em' and she could get tricky
I'm on sight and I'm always on fifty
And we still slidin' tryna make a spliffy
And I wanna shoot, lil nigga just pass that
With the choppa I feel like I'm Mad Max
Oh, it's the Jet? Knock off his dad hat
In the fifty, bitch, I'm where the Makks at
And they dissin' but they gettin' clapped at
My lil' wocky gon' up it and blast that
You got money, bitch, I gotta have that
You want a feature, then send it through CashApp, like
Mix the Rah-Rah, with the Dummy
And the Mexxy with the Dubski
And the Yellow with the Country
Everyone shot yeah that shit could get ugly
No GDs, no Bunnies
Everything dead if niggas try to touch me
Bitch I keep a chop I'm always comfy
He got hit and ain't die, he was lucky
[Verse 2: TG Crippy]
We gon' bend through they block in a GMC
I can't wait till I catch me an OMB
He throw a O up, you know that I'm sendin' three
I can't wait till a nigga run into me
Keep a knock, and this shit not for show
Spot a O, then he gotta go
I'm uppin' the pole I'm shootin' for sure
Catch you on the Hill and I'm lettin' it go
Niggas know we don't **** with no O's
Niggas know we don't **** with no Blixky's
Niggas know we don't **** with no Drilly's
Opps linkin' up, man this shit gettin' mixy
Where they at? On the Hav?
Say that, we gon' come through the back
In the stu' with a couple of Makks
I'm a Loc, but I stay with a Hat
Ayo, Justo, where they at?
On the tenth, I'm tryna get smacked
Send shots they ain't ever throw back
Big OMBK, niggas know where I'm at
Free Keemy, niggas know what's up
If he got it, I bet he gon' let it dump
**** a Sally, I heard she be jammin' up
We gon' bend through the O tryna catch us one
How you say that you smokin' on JB?
Head shot, leave a lil nigga lazy
Not a killa, but don't play me
Pass the knocker, to my lady
She gon' flock it, on the daily
**** the opps, I know that they hate me
Want a feature, better pay me
Every track I'm on is goin' crazy
Yo Kenzo, pass me the .80
I'm goin' through that block, and I better go crazy
Where the opps? They sick
Told them niggas to get off my dick
Ayo Nesty, you a bitch
Your mans got back, you ain't ever do shit
All I see is, “Everything for Rah-Rah”
Y'all ain't do anything when he went bye-bye
Keep a knock, I'm a top opp
Free Kay, niggas know that's the top flock
Spot a opp, and I'm sendin' like 5 shots
Big DOA, niggas know that we top 5
(Keep a knock, I'm a top opp
Free Kay, niggas know that's the top flock
Spot a opp, and I'm sendin' like 5 shots
Big DOA, niggas know that we top 5)
[Verse 3: JayDaChaserr]
Ain't you [?], nigga, you a kid
Out there spreadin' rumors like a bitch
Beat up who? Man, he gotta be sick
Why you think spent bread on this grip?
And it's always the niggas that don't leave the crib
EK who? Man, that boy is a snitch
Say he a ooter, but never did shit
When I catch you in traffic just know that it's lit
Claim we got static, bro, who is y'all foolin'?
Outside, they spin, we boomin'
Linkin' for clout, man, these niggas is goofies
Fanned out they rushed, they groupies
Spot me a jake, send shots to his kufie
Seen tragic, shit get gooey
Teach him alot, we been tryin' to make movies
Clear the block since shit get spooky
We been buggin' like **** all these new opps
8th the Hav, been studyin' that new block
Bust a Chevy, and get me some new guap
**** around, go 'head and buy me a new chop
Heard Nas got hit in his treetop
Thought you was walkin' around with big rocks
Spin the block, spot me opp, he get hit up
Big GDK, so mad, come chase 'em
[Outro: Kenzo Balla]
Grrah
Every opp shot, like, everything dead, like, everybody K, like
Ah
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah