Bend Thru v2

(Grrah) (What, like what like damn) (Bitch, grrah grrah grrah) (What? Ever opp shot) (Smokin all deads) (What, like what like damn) Bend thru the the block tryna catch me a opp Bitches on me ion want no bop (Smoochie) She tryna f*ck but I only want top Need a bitch who a smooch so we get what we want like damn Runnin on him and his boys Pull the strap out we ain't talkin bout toys (No toys no toys) Brodie got shot now he makin da noise Got a Glock wit a switch and a spare for the boys Slide up on him and his bestie (his bestie) Shooting on jit and it's gonna get messy Keep me a knock you won't catch me lackin (can't lack, can't lack, damn) Made 100 bands only got it from trappin, damn These rhymes are insane, run up on me and get shot in da brain Fiendin for money and fiendin for fame Got a grip, red dot, and some mags I ain't lame One eye on the prize like Zoro (One piece) I ain't playin I think bout this thorough And I'm lookin for a rec when I'm in that boys borough He was six feet tall now he six feet below, damn (Every opp shot) He lackin, I up at his face (Grrah, grrah grahhh boom) That's what he get cause he dissing on gang You and your posse are so fuckin lame, when the hollow tips hit it ain't nothin but pain (Lame as f*ck) Bend thru the block tryna catch me a opp Bitches on me ion want no bop (Smokin all deads) She tryna f*ck but I only want top Need a bitch who a smooch so we get what we want like damn Runnin on him and his boys Pull the strap out we ain't talkin bout toys (no toys no toys) Brodie got shot now he makin da noise Got a Glock wit a switch and a spare for da boys (Grrah grrah boom) When I shoot I see red like tata (41, 41) Bad bitch Ice Spice I'm callin her Mama Got dat bitch pregnant she go to the doctor Baby got aborted got killed like a Flocka (Smokin the baby) And just like Jay, I'ma let it rip (JayRipK) Word to my deads, he in my spliff I killed your bro, your mans, your kids F*ck on that bitch, and then I gotta dip like F*ck with me you get popped, no smoke Wearing fake clothes, you ain't nothin but broke Demon time shit, it's a pole that I tote So much weed in my system, I'm always high offa dope like Playboi Carti on my vamp shit (SLATT) 21, I'm a savage (21, 21) F*ck around, get popped we don't play, and you think it's a joke, then you getting smacked bitch And that boy got stomped, he a fatty Stunting on live, he thinks he is flashy (Noahh) Talk all that shit, but you cannot pass me F*ck on that bop and that bitch was nasty (Nasty bitch) Them rounds gon link like Bluetooth Hollow tips rip through your spine when I shoot you (Grrah grrah boom) Notti sama didn't make it past his youth F*ck OY it's on sight when I see you (F*ck OY) And we smoke OY, DOA, OGz, and 41 too I talk all this shit f*ck is you gon do like F*ck all da opps, I see em and shoot like (Can't do shit) YGz, don't forget the name Dthang on top of the game When he come home, we see the opps and spray Noah got stomped on the court, out his brains, like damn (Grrah, grrah grrah boom bitch) (What) Bitch, grrah grrah grrah (Every opp shot, bitch) Every opp shot What, like what like damn Bitch grrah grrah grrah