[ Featuring Raw Youngin ]
(Um, Spider G back at it again)
Brand new stolen Glock, tryna' turn an opp into a star
Rolled him in a 'gar, tried to run but he ain't make it far
Fifty in this chop, bitch I walk down on any car
Shoot up any block, ESPN, nigga we the opps
Spinnin' back to back, we shootin' guns, nigga (baow)
We put them bitches all on you and make you run, nigga (let's go)
You slangin' iron, we slangin' iron, I think that's fun, nigga (grrah)
We drop a opp, you drop a tear, let's get it done, nigga (bitch)
We drop a bag on top yo' head, let's get it done, nigga
Killed all yo' dogs, and spinned again, shit, let's have fun wit' 'em
He say, "F*ck Bibby," it's no pressure to have yo' gun with you
Get you extorted, like a toilet, we done flushed niggas
Yeah, boom
Drop a bag and get 'em gone, that ain't no pressure
I send them blicks, and when you drop, we f*ck yo' shelter
Know pussy niggas talkin' shit, watch how I catch 'em
I'm talkin' bend yo' corner, slide, way we flexin'
And when JB get out prison, we goin' extra
All that tweetin', you the police, not a stepper
Got my pole, rock and roll, like heavy metal
High as hell off this Perc', this not delta
Brrt-baow-baow, boy that choppa melt 'em
Heaven sent, but this Glock come from the devil
I don't wanna talk 'bout dead opps, 'cause I got several
And I done dug so many graves with this shovel
(Boom, bang) bitch, we got big guns that'll fix a lil' hoe attitude
We spin at midnight, but it's on sight when it's afternoon
Bitch, I go beast mode, this a dirty stick, nigga, how you reppin'?
Bitch, we got big guns that'll blow shit, nigga, how you steppin'?
Creep through the back and blow his mind, they say we gotta stretch 'em
He say them niggas waitin' outside, no face, we gotta kill 'em
Three to the face, two the back, exactly how we did 'em
We step on shit, broad day and night, even foe'nem was with 'em
