JStar Balla, Roscoe G & DD Osama - All Stars
[Intro: Dee Play4Keeps & ]
Now look
EBK, EBK
Grrah, grrah, grrah
[Verse 1: JStar Balla]
Like, every time that we spin through, threw an opp in the sky
Like, why they mad 'cause we smokin' on Fries?
Like, and my trigger finger got a blister
From every time I performed on my .9
Like, how many dayroom niggas gotta—
Like, how many dayroom niggas gotta die?
And you niggas keep talkin' on bro
But G-Pop got sent to Allah
[Verse 2: Bloodie]
Like stay on point 'cause they said I might die
Like rob who? Wеll, I ride with my .9
It's everything dеad if he creep on my side
Like, can't wait 'til we see Jay5ive
[Verse 3: DeePlay4Keeps & ]
Ayo, Bloodie, yo, Star
That's him right there, knock 'em out the— (Get that nigga)
Knock 'em out the car
Ayo, Sha, why you keep runnin' so far?
On feet, John Wick, I'm tappin' my arm
Lil Vito got cuffed for the shit he was on
Nigga blitzed Lil Cody, blitzed Lil Shaun
Vito, almost got shot in the arm (Graah) (Get that nigga)
[Verse 4: Roscoe G]
I'm in the back of the buildin' tryna see something drop
Like, shit jammed, gotta get a new knock
Still runnin' and duckin'
Like-like, I only threw a shot
But, fuck that, like, we back on they land
Like, we-we don't need a plan
We just gon' spin and hop out the V
Like, black tech, we ain't comin' to dance (Grrah, grrah)
[Verse 4: DD Osama & ]
Ayo, RG, who that?
That nigga move wrong, put the beam to his back
Matt, Lotti, Ray, pack, he got hit in the shoulder
Then it came out his back
Oh, that car movin' funny? You know what to do
Clutch the knock, make sure that you boom
Throw 'bout 8, and go back to the hood
Then put Nazzy, Rippy in a 'Wood
Yeah, that's right, DD is back
Pop, Nay, Fries, flat
Too much to lose, nigga, why would I lack?
Push up on me, I bet I react
[Verse 5: Dudeylo & ]
Where you at, anywhere, I'ma troop it
Oh, he think I'm a what? I'ma do it
Like, I'm talkin' before all of this music
Shot after shot, I'm the one that's gonna boom it
Niggas be bitch, neck shot, he got put on the bench (He got put on a—)
I threw 6, had him hoppin' the fence (Where he going?)
One got hit, hollows rippin' his flesh (Bow, bow)
EK is a simp, he gon' die from his love for a bitch (He a simp)
Like, don't forget, these was really my mans
Like, I know who put on for this shit, bow, bow (OGzK)
And I'm still smokin' on DaDa (DaDa)
No magician, his body went tah—dah (Ahh, ahh)
[Verse 6: Bloodie]
Stay on point, I can't lack for no baba
Chest shot hit that boy, he went, "Bye-bye"
Big gun in my bag go "ah-ah"
Like, three guns when you spinnin' on my side, like
Fuck who? I can't let that boy swim
See a Shark, I'ma cut off a fin
Ah-ah, like where you been?
Like, straight Maybach's and O's when I spin ()
[Verse 7: J Star Balla]
There's a beam on this blick, so I don't need no aim
Like, he was just talkin' on bro
Like, damn, now that boy is a float'
See a thootie, make her drive the boat
Bend through the 9, while I'm—
Like, bend through the 9, while I'm uppin' my pole
If he trip, buddy gotta go
Stand over his body, hit him close
[Outro: J Star Balla]
Like, every time that we spin through, an opp in the sky
Like why they mad? Cause we smoking on Fries
Like and my trigger finger got a blister
From every time I performed on my .9
Like, how many DOA niggas gotta—
Like, how many DOA niggas gotta die?
And you niggas keep talking on bro
But G-Pop got sent to Allah
Now look
EBK, EBK
Grrah, grrah, grrah
[Verse 1: JStar Balla]
Like, every time that we spin through, threw an opp in the sky
Like, why they mad 'cause we smokin' on Fries?
Like, and my trigger finger got a blister
From every time I performed on my .9
Like, how many dayroom niggas gotta—
Like, how many dayroom niggas gotta die?
And you niggas keep talkin' on bro
But G-Pop got sent to Allah
[Verse 2: Bloodie]
Like stay on point 'cause they said I might die
Like rob who? Wеll, I ride with my .9
It's everything dеad if he creep on my side
Like, can't wait 'til we see Jay5ive
[Verse 3: DeePlay4Keeps & ]
Ayo, Bloodie, yo, Star
That's him right there, knock 'em out the— (Get that nigga)
Knock 'em out the car
Ayo, Sha, why you keep runnin' so far?
On feet, John Wick, I'm tappin' my arm
Lil Vito got cuffed for the shit he was on
Nigga blitzed Lil Cody, blitzed Lil Shaun
Vito, almost got shot in the arm (Graah) (Get that nigga)
[Verse 4: Roscoe G]
I'm in the back of the buildin' tryna see something drop
Like, shit jammed, gotta get a new knock
Still runnin' and duckin'
Like-like, I only threw a shot
But, fuck that, like, we back on they land
Like, we-we don't need a plan
We just gon' spin and hop out the V
Like, black tech, we ain't comin' to dance (Grrah, grrah)
[Verse 4: DD Osama & ]
Ayo, RG, who that?
That nigga move wrong, put the beam to his back
Matt, Lotti, Ray, pack, he got hit in the shoulder
Then it came out his back
Oh, that car movin' funny? You know what to do
Clutch the knock, make sure that you boom
Throw 'bout 8, and go back to the hood
Then put Nazzy, Rippy in a 'Wood
Yeah, that's right, DD is back
Pop, Nay, Fries, flat
Too much to lose, nigga, why would I lack?
Push up on me, I bet I react
[Verse 5: Dudeylo & ]
Where you at, anywhere, I'ma troop it
Oh, he think I'm a what? I'ma do it
Like, I'm talkin' before all of this music
Shot after shot, I'm the one that's gonna boom it
Niggas be bitch, neck shot, he got put on the bench (He got put on a—)
I threw 6, had him hoppin' the fence (Where he going?)
One got hit, hollows rippin' his flesh (Bow, bow)
EK is a simp, he gon' die from his love for a bitch (He a simp)
Like, don't forget, these was really my mans
Like, I know who put on for this shit, bow, bow (OGzK)
And I'm still smokin' on DaDa (DaDa)
No magician, his body went tah—dah (Ahh, ahh)
[Verse 6: Bloodie]
Stay on point, I can't lack for no baba
Chest shot hit that boy, he went, "Bye-bye"
Big gun in my bag go "ah-ah"
Like, three guns when you spinnin' on my side, like
Fuck who? I can't let that boy swim
See a Shark, I'ma cut off a fin
Ah-ah, like where you been?
Like, straight Maybach's and O's when I spin ()
[Verse 7: J Star Balla]
There's a beam on this blick, so I don't need no aim
Like, he was just talkin' on bro
Like, damn, now that boy is a float'
See a thootie, make her drive the boat
Bend through the 9, while I'm—
Like, bend through the 9, while I'm uppin' my pole
If he trip, buddy gotta go
Stand over his body, hit him close
[Outro: J Star Balla]
Like, every time that we spin through, an opp in the sky
Like why they mad? Cause we smoking on Fries
Like and my trigger finger got a blister
From every time I performed on my .9
Like, how many DOA niggas gotta—
Like, how many DOA niggas gotta die?
And you niggas keep talking on bro
But G-Pop got sent to Allah
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