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Merrily they droppin' like flies like flies Merrily they droppin' like flies like flies Merrily they droppin' like flies like flies Merrily they droppin' like flies like flies (On god) Keep this choppa by my side I ain't going like that Hit a nigga in his shit and push his top way back Had to walk a nigga down and hit that nigga in his head They'll rename blocks but won't go and get back They won't go and get back, they won't go and get stacks Why you posted on that block, boy I told you not to lack He was dissing on the guys so these bullets ate his back He ain't bitching on no mission, no he gon' shoot that Uh-huh Tryn get up on a nigga, blow his mind This nigga lackin' by himself, bro, he mine Niggas bitches, they do not commit crimes Mm-hmm Uh-huh Bro, you better shoot your gat, stop crying If you can't catch the nigga, keep trying And if I catch him by myself, I'ma fry him (fry em) You did not throw a shot, stop lying Bro we looking for the opps like we mining He just bust down his watch, all diamonds If this nigga try to play, take it off him I was s'posed buy a gat, double-cross him Bro, we spinnin' all them blocks like we flossing Heard he dissing on my mans, now he drawling Bro, you gotta hit his hat, stop stalling Bitch, I'm cooking him the stu, stop calling He was laughing all the time, now he bawling He dumb as shit, he should've backed up His fault, he ain't know I got the gat tucked Press up on me, that got him filled up Doctors saying, ain't no way he gon' heal up That mean he baked, yeah, he over fried If he would've thought about it, he'd still be alive Mm-hmm Uh-huh Lil bitch, I won't call, not at all If you ain't tryn f*ck, don't text I know he sick when them bullets hit his neck Mm-hmm Uh-huh Can't catch one opp, I want them all He finna die why he lackin' in the mall I got the Glock, that's why I'm feeling so tall I think my opps need a motherfuckin' lifeline Cook they man, he won't come back for a lifetime I'm the one to commit, I won't fight crime It's this one lil opp, I got my sights on He disappeared, he won't come back when the lights on I know they tee'd whenever they hear my song Gun residue, gotta wash it off with pine-sol Use bleach if you think it ain't come on Wash your clothes, you don't want them niggas catching on These shots yea my opps, gon' catch em all Got the switch, already knowin' bitch, I like to ball No Foolio, but I really want to kill em all We gon' ride down that block, playing Black Christmas He was dissin' on the guys, so he got dismissed I've been chiefing the L, bro do you wanna hit this That's another fuckin' opp straight up on my hit list Mm-hmm, uh-huh Big, 1ne 5ive, boy, 1ne 5ive, baby Mm-hmm, uh-huh Big, 1ne 5ive, boy, 1ne 5ive, baby Mm-hmm, uh-huh Mm-hmm, uh-huh