E-Wuu - Undertaker
[Verse 1: Yavi DG]
How many times we took trips? Hits
We was tryna empty the grip
We was tryna get off the strip
Bro tryna dump out the whip
I'm from the 8 but I'm tryna throw 6
Grrah grrah grrah
I'm from the 8 but I'm tryna throw 6
Grrah grrah grrah
I got my Rick on me, I'm not runnin'
Back out my G, I get to gunnin'
I spin through the back of the bridge with my buzzin
We see them in person, they never on nothin'
Hop out the V, I'm on feet and I'm clutchin'
Come here Ricky, why you runnin'?
I chase him down with the gleesh, i'mma done him
I move like a dog off the leash when I'm huntin'
On that block tryna wake up the neighbors, I'm buggin'
But I'm tryna catch me a Neighbor and dust him
Take a card out your deck, out your muffin
Yo bro that's him, I'm not buggin'
That one postеd up by the store, he keep clutchin'
Park up thе car, I'm a walk up and dust him
Grrah grrah grrah grah grah grah
When I'm on the 'Bridge, I got my hoodie
When I'm with the 8's, I'm lookin' for Boogie
I walk him down, bitch, I came with the rookie
Switch on the guys, they gon' send me to Boogie
Catch DudeyLo, I'mma give him a noogie
Timmy got poked tryna act like a bully
Took a shot, he fell before the shell
Make it hot on his block, now he burnin' in hell
Can't fold under pressure, I will never tell
I was trappin' with bro, we was goin' cell for cell
XD, .40 cal on my belt
Please don't try nothin' stupid, problems will be dealt
On my feet, I be troopin' thinkin' 'bout the cells
Hit his brains, leave him gooey, turn him into gel
Oh he Makk? Have my evils shoot him, call him Rell
How many shots do I send? Twelve
Hold on, wait, scratch that, got 40 bells
If I get snatched up, I got the bail
Give him a face shot, how he gon' tell?
Ahh ahh ahh!
[Verse 2: LA Drilly]
Oh he wanna stalk? Guns send him to death
48 shit, peace with the left
Don't make me call Yavi, gon' bend through the West
Like, how many trips we done took to the S?
I'm tryna shoot, turn a blue nigga red
He cannot fly that, he not the Jet
No, I'm tryna flock me a O
Bro, that's what I heard when I-
When we bend through they side, play it close
And they not on go so stop mentionin' bro
Where the hoes at? We tryna-
Where the hoes at? We tryna fuck
On the net, they act like it's-
But in real life, they know it's up
Like, Nazzy got put in a blunt
And Rippy got turned into Runtz
What happened? Who ran?
Should've stay with your mans 'cause that shit kinda-
If he reach, on bro, I'mma blam
And it's still free Lee and MB out the can
[Verse 3: EWuu]
Why he ran on his mans two deep and I
I could not even dance
Shorty she, she all on my-
Told that bitch TP, she cannot get a chance
Like Yavi on go, he gon' dump out the van
JB all black, with the tan
DD he pussy, ran on his mans
Like, I cannot-, look
And I ain't even uppin, nigga, why he runnin?
Like, I really a slapped a nigga who my cousin
Setty, he pussy, he bluffin'
DOA soft, and they duckin'
Word to my mother, throw shots when I'm bussin'
Smelly got poked in his stomach
Notti got poked, they ain't do nothin'
You think it's a joke? I'mma start buggin'
Creepin' through back blocks, I'mma start dumpin'
Like, them niggas know how we comin'
[Verse 4: Yavi DG]
Niggas think we gon' box, but I stay with a G
Between evil shooters, got EWuu with me
No, I can't lack, keep a G2 with me
On some drills, I went dolo, no people with me
Jack 517 twin infrared beams
223s hit the G, watch me hop out and geek
Why get close? I can shoot it from deep
How many times we took trips? Hits
We was tryna empty the grip
We was tryna get off the strip
Bro tryna dump out the whip
I'm from the 8 but I'm tryna throw 6
Grrah grrah grrah
I'm from the 8 but I'm tryna throw 6
Grrah grrah grrah
I got my Rick on me, I'm not runnin'
Back out my G, I get to gunnin'
I spin through the back of the bridge with my buzzin
We see them in person, they never on nothin'
Hop out the V, I'm on feet and I'm clutchin'
Come here Ricky, why you runnin'?
I chase him down with the gleesh, i'mma done him
I move like a dog off the leash when I'm huntin'
On that block tryna wake up the neighbors, I'm buggin'
But I'm tryna catch me a Neighbor and dust him
Take a card out your deck, out your muffin
Yo bro that's him, I'm not buggin'
That one postеd up by the store, he keep clutchin'
Park up thе car, I'm a walk up and dust him
Grrah grrah grrah grah grah grah
When I'm on the 'Bridge, I got my hoodie
When I'm with the 8's, I'm lookin' for Boogie
I walk him down, bitch, I came with the rookie
Switch on the guys, they gon' send me to Boogie
Catch DudeyLo, I'mma give him a noogie
Timmy got poked tryna act like a bully
Took a shot, he fell before the shell
Make it hot on his block, now he burnin' in hell
Can't fold under pressure, I will never tell
I was trappin' with bro, we was goin' cell for cell
XD, .40 cal on my belt
Please don't try nothin' stupid, problems will be dealt
On my feet, I be troopin' thinkin' 'bout the cells
Hit his brains, leave him gooey, turn him into gel
Oh he Makk? Have my evils shoot him, call him Rell
How many shots do I send? Twelve
Hold on, wait, scratch that, got 40 bells
If I get snatched up, I got the bail
Give him a face shot, how he gon' tell?
Ahh ahh ahh!
[Verse 2: LA Drilly]
Oh he wanna stalk? Guns send him to death
48 shit, peace with the left
Don't make me call Yavi, gon' bend through the West
Like, how many trips we done took to the S?
I'm tryna shoot, turn a blue nigga red
He cannot fly that, he not the Jet
No, I'm tryna flock me a O
Bro, that's what I heard when I-
When we bend through they side, play it close
And they not on go so stop mentionin' bro
Where the hoes at? We tryna-
Where the hoes at? We tryna fuck
On the net, they act like it's-
But in real life, they know it's up
Like, Nazzy got put in a blunt
And Rippy got turned into Runtz
What happened? Who ran?
Should've stay with your mans 'cause that shit kinda-
If he reach, on bro, I'mma blam
And it's still free Lee and MB out the can
[Verse 3: EWuu]
Why he ran on his mans two deep and I
I could not even dance
Shorty she, she all on my-
Told that bitch TP, she cannot get a chance
Like Yavi on go, he gon' dump out the van
JB all black, with the tan
DD he pussy, ran on his mans
Like, I cannot-, look
And I ain't even uppin, nigga, why he runnin?
Like, I really a slapped a nigga who my cousin
Setty, he pussy, he bluffin'
DOA soft, and they duckin'
Word to my mother, throw shots when I'm bussin'
Smelly got poked in his stomach
Notti got poked, they ain't do nothin'
You think it's a joke? I'mma start buggin'
Creepin' through back blocks, I'mma start dumpin'
Like, them niggas know how we comin'
[Verse 4: Yavi DG]
Niggas think we gon' box, but I stay with a G
Between evil shooters, got EWuu with me
No, I can't lack, keep a G2 with me
On some drills, I went dolo, no people with me
Jack 517 twin infrared beams
223s hit the G, watch me hop out and geek
Why get close? I can shoot it from deep
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