(Chorus: Sha EK)
Ayo PJ pass me the chop I'm bouta hop out and let this shit flock
Die Gz y'all niggas just broke
Y'all be talking on Charlie but Lotti got poked
Fuck Boomer, y'all gotta get back
Ion know why these niggas tryna act
In the O we posted with the strap
Yall never spin through the front or back
Thats fact, y'all niggas running
Big 48 when we yelling what's gunning
On my block we don't care about reactions
We tryna hop out the V and start clapping
And I heard that your father a fiend, he on the winter I'ma make him lean
And I heard that your father a fiend, he on the winter I'ma make him lеan
(Verse 1: Pj Glizzy)
Tryna' spin through munna tryna catch a 80
Tryna rock him to sleep like a baby
Smokin' on Lotti got mе feelin lazy'
Smokin' Bobby got me feelin' wavy
I'ma keep clickin' 'til them niggas drop
Fucked yo girl and I still made it hot
How you be smokin' on EK pops?
When we had you runnin' ducking shots
All alone when I [?] over dusty
He get shot if he yellin' out "MUDDYYY"
[?] try to rush me, I can't wait till I bump into lucky
I'ma keep spinnin' through these niggas block
Smokin' Benji that nigga was popped
(Verse 2: Sha EK)
When you see me better up the knocks
Smokin' JayRip, we don't fuck with the Flocks
Like word to my mother you shot
Like word to my mother you shot
Face of the what? I'm the face of the Bronx
Cause I'm sanctioned on and off the block
(Verse 3: PJ Glizzy)
Like most of my opps reallly know my bop
Try to drilly bop, he gettin' shot
If he jackin' drilly make it hot
Hollows they hit em, knock him off his top
(Verse 3: Sha EK)
Fuck the fields, cause them niggas is broke
This nigga blood and his brother a loc
This shit new, I never seen em' throw
He better duck and he better get low
(Chorus: Sha EK)
Ayo PJ pass me the chop I'm bouta hop out and let this shit flock
Die Gz y'all niggas just broke
Y'all be talking on Charlie but Lotti got poked
Fuck Boomer, y'all gotta get back
Ion know why these niggas tryna act
In the O we posted with the strap
Yall never spin through the front or back
Thats fact, y'all niggas running
Big 48 when we yelling what's gunning
On my block we don't care about reactions
We tryna hop out the V and start clapping
Ayo PJ pass me the chop I'm bouta hop out and let this shit flock
Die Gz y'all niggas just broke
Y'all be talking on Charlie but Lotti got poked
Fuck Boomer, y'all gotta get back
Ion know why these niggas tryna act
In the O we posted with the strap
Yall never spin through the front or back
Thats fact, y'all niggas running
Big 48 when we yelling what's gunning
On my block we don't care about reactions
We tryna hop out the V and start clapping
And I heard that your father a fiend, he on the winter I'ma make him lean
And I heard that your father a fiend, he on the winter I'ma make him lеan
(Verse 1: Pj Glizzy)
Tryna' spin through munna tryna catch a 80
Tryna rock him to sleep like a baby
Smokin' on Lotti got mе feelin lazy'
Smokin' Bobby got me feelin' wavy
I'ma keep clickin' 'til them niggas drop
Fucked yo girl and I still made it hot
How you be smokin' on EK pops?
When we had you runnin' ducking shots
All alone when I [?] over dusty
He get shot if he yellin' out "MUDDYYY"
[?] try to rush me, I can't wait till I bump into lucky
I'ma keep spinnin' through these niggas block
Smokin' Benji that nigga was popped
(Verse 2: Sha EK)
When you see me better up the knocks
Smokin' JayRip, we don't fuck with the Flocks
Like word to my mother you shot
Like word to my mother you shot
Face of the what? I'm the face of the Bronx
Cause I'm sanctioned on and off the block
(Verse 3: PJ Glizzy)
Like most of my opps reallly know my bop
Try to drilly bop, he gettin' shot
If he jackin' drilly make it hot
Hollows they hit em, knock him off his top
(Verse 3: Sha EK)
Fuck the fields, cause them niggas is broke
This nigga blood and his brother a loc
This shit new, I never seen em' throw
He better duck and he better get low
(Chorus: Sha EK)
Ayo PJ pass me the chop I'm bouta hop out and let this shit flock
Die Gz y'all niggas just broke
Y'all be talking on Charlie but Lotti got poked
Fuck Boomer, y'all gotta get back
Ion know why these niggas tryna act
In the O we posted with the strap
Yall never spin through the front or back
Thats fact, y'all niggas running
Big 48 when we yelling what's gunning
On my block we don't care about reactions
We tryna hop out the V and start clapping
( Sha EK )
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