Deadly

[Verse 1: Say Drilly]

Dummy gang, tryna sign us a check

Noah got stomped, like, nigga, who next? (Like, what?)

Drilly gang, but I pull up with Jets (Grrah, grrah)

Yellow got shot, bullets ripped through his chest (Grrah, grrah, boom)

And I heard Jacob died with a vest

Man, his Loccs hurt, heard he switched on the set

And I heard Jacob died with a vest

Man, his Loccs hurt, heard he switched on the set (Like, what?)

And I don't understand, speak facts

JayRip tried to run, got shots to his back (JayRip)

Bobby ran and got turned to a pack, like

Who gon' spin? Like, come get back (Like, what?)

Catch a Flocka, get put on some shirts

Bend the Rey, we gon' shoot up the hearse

Tell my bitch, ''Put the gun in her purse''

Niggas don't live what they rap in they verse (DieSev)

Brodie geekin', he ready to blitz (Like, what?)

Thunder Bklu ran, got caught, got tripped (Gang, gang)

Milly Wop got a beat with a stick and he still ain't get back, he just post all the shit (Grrah, grrah, boom)

So you know they don't live what they rap

Drilly gang, yeah, we known for them packs

Told 'em, "Free Nas", he soon be back

And we smokin' on Blay, that boy got whacked (Free Nas)

Get low, move tactic, Guey hop out, he gon' shoot through the jacket (Trendy)

Write an Os on the book, need a packet

Smelly got poked, got put in a casket (OYK)

And I heard Mali ran, he a faggot

He on the book tryna move like a bad kid (ReyWayK)

And I heard Mali ran, he a faggot

He on the book tryna move like a bad kid (Like, what?)

And I keep me a new chop for the old opps 'cause they still on dick (Like, what?)

But I keep me a old chop for the new opps 'cause they still ain't do shit (At all)

Tell 'em niggas get back 'cause it's lit

Tell 'em get back 'cause we smokin' JayRip, like

Tell 'em niggas get back 'cause it's lit

Tell 'em get back 'cause we smokin' JayRip, like

[Verse 2: E-Wuu]

Shoot first, got the chop on my hand, catch a crew hearse

Smokin' dead through the Sev', got his tooth hurt

Is he dead or alive? Gotta reverse

Movin' wocky, I'ma pack you

Hollow tips sprayin', fuckin' up his tattoo

Don't care who you with, you get packed too

Didn't even chase 'em, runnin' out his damn shoes

These bitch niggas DrillyK? (Like, what?)

Couple shots, make 'em levitate

Don't talk 'bout the other day

Froze the person and didn't even let it spray

And bitch, we don't hesitate

Back out chops, on bro, we gon' play today

Let off one, watch 'em run a race

Bro, two demons got up with 'em anyway

How you smokin' on Stylez? You just came outside (Like, how?)

Smokin' JayRip, he got put in the sky (Sky)

Shots to his chest and a nigga went, "Bye"

These niggas cap, all they rap is straight lies

[Verse 3: Nesty Floxks]

Smoke-smokin' on Tank, and I'm smokin' on 13 (He dead)

Lil' nigga didn't make it to 14 (Stupid)

Spin through the 'Hill and I call lil' Reem (Like, what?)

.30 clip, but it came with a beam (At all)

I take one for the guys and the team (Like. look)

She a bitch, but it's not what it seems (Like, what?)

I'm smokin' on Caine while I'm lookin' for Keem (Keem, Keem, Keem)

She a baba, I'm all in her jeans, look (Like)

See PJ, get hit with a hollow (Grrah, boom)

Hop out with Lee, I'ma follow (Baow)

Big DieSev, yeah, I stay with a Vato (Grrah, grrah)

Free Jah, free Tako, big DieL'zzz, I'm spinnin' with hollows (At all)

Free Jah, free Tako, big DieL'zzz, I'm spinnin' with hollows

From the 8th to the Gates, go way back (What?)

Don't spin my block, that V get flipped (Grrah, grrah, boom)

Two shots gon' fuck up his fitted cap (Grrah, grrah, boom)

Most of these niggas ain't gettin' back

[Verse 4: Lee Drilly]

Oh, you mention my name? (What?)

So that means you don't care 'bout life, 'cause you know how it get (He dead)

I don't know you, so get off my dick

Playin' Charlie, Charlie, slidin' through the Mitch

Now we kickin' the door (Ayy, X)

Get your mans off the floor

'Fore you talk, you better check the score, because we need it all (What?)

I'ma click 'til its gone, know that feelin' when he hit the floor (Boomer, Boomer, Boomer)

Bitches like, ''Why I can't get near you?''

You a thot, let me and LA share you

Got a chop, so, like, why would I fear you? (LA, LA)

Test my gangster, play it, like, I dare you (Boom, boom)

I just call my young boy, gon' clear you (Juju)

Pull that trigger, nigga probably scared to (Baow)

And you tough with a gun, I hear you

Until you on the other side of that barrel (What? He dead)

I ain't trip when they said what they said (Baow)

Mention Rah, so they basically dead (Be dead)

Mask on, they ain't see the dreads, do a hit off a bike, my shooter on the 'pegs (Boom, boom, boom)

I be gettin' ate up on a reg'

But if she wanna fuck, then she gotta beg

Flock Flocka, got that niggas head

Teach me how to Dougie 'cause I got a leg

I don't fuck with nobody, who you gon' get next to?

I will never let 'em know my next move (At all)

And we spinnin' in stoleys, can't fuck with no rentals (What? Baow)

Drag attention, knock him off his rental (Baow, baow, baow)

Tryna slide on a bike? You know that ain't the best move (Best)

'Cause Smelly got poked every pedal (He, he dead)

And I still go to the café for a number 13, but that's just the JayRip special (JayRip)

Nigga said he was 15, chased the whole block (What?)

With a motherfuckin' BB gun (Baow, baow)

But I was like 13 in Oval and we almost PD some' (Dead some')

Ayo, Leeky, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout (Leeky)

Still free Mr. Hawk Em Down

Tell 'em, "TP", 'cause I ain't tryna talk it out (He dead)

Shoot a opp, make 'em walk it out

Catch a DV, where these bitches get tossed around, he was king 'til he lost his crown

Catch a Fiji, we gon' call him a dolphin now, bullets shakin' his thoughts around

Catch a PD, once I see that he on the ground, know the vibes, I'ma walk 'em down

She gon' eat me (What?), I got beef with her father now 'cause I'm dickin' his daughter down

And we spinnin', know we make a mess (Baow)

Back out chop on a opp, puttin' 8 to the test (Grrah, grrah)

Back the .40s if they disrespect (Grrah, boom)

Said shit that they dropped, will put 'em to rest (Rest)

You're supposed to be Klay and I'm Steph

Rite went right, but Blay went left

Tote for fun, I ain't from the BX (R.I.P. Ray)

But, yes, we still smokin' on X

[Outro: Lee Drilly]

Yes, yes

And we smokin' on, and we smokin' on X, you heard?