[00:00.000] 作曲 : Virgil Gibson/George Albert Stone III/Wilson Taylor Whitlock/Jeffery Robinson
[00:00.000]创作者：George Albert Stone ll、
[00:01.838]Jeffery Robinson, Virgil Gibson, Wilson Taylor Whitlock
[00:04.191](We-we locked and loaded)
[00:06.528](Ah, it's like a breath of fresh air)
[00:09.062]Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
[00:12.614]Pop out with them racks like I hit the jackpot
[00:15.367]Boy, you ain't no threat, boy, them niggas not opps
[00:18.370]We don't chase bops, but baby, send that lo' to get him dropped
[00:21.385]Like a pill, he get popped they can't chill on that block, uh
[00:26.025]Boy, them niggas not opps
[00:27.635]Why they dissin' on lil' bro? They ain't never sent no shots
[00:30.389]They ain't never spinned this block they ain't never get this car
[00:33.649]He ain't never get up close and if he did, fah, fah, uh
[00:37.153]Fah, they not the opposition, aye
[00:39.969]We the ones slidin', we the ones doin' all the killin', aye
[00:43.223]Shorty cold, but he is not chillin'
[00:45.549]Aye, he the ones that's masked up, he creepin' up like a villain, aye
[00:49.790]No feelings, shorty masked up, he just stay drillin'
[00:52.542]You tweakin', gang, your life 'll change uh, you better go live it
[00:55.796]Uh, uh you niggas not my enemies
[00:58.579]Uh, he dissin' me, you better keep that same energy, uh
[01:01.964]Bronem at his crib behind a tree tryna make him bleed
[01:04.476]Ain't no touchin' me, no f**kin' me shorty ugly
[01:07.769]I dropped, "Waddup," so niggas know what's up with me
[01:10.280]Ain't no school bussin' me nigga better bust his G
[01:14.107]Go
[01:14.858]Pop out with them racks like I hit the jackpot
[01:17.129]Boy, you ain't no threat, boy, them niggas not opps
[01:20.408]We don't chase bops, but baby, send that lo' to get him dropped
[01:23.160]Like a pill, he get popped they can't chill on that block, uh, uh
[01:28.031]Boy, them niggas not opps
[01:29.420]Why they dissin' on lil' bro? They ain't never sent no shots
[01:32.473]They ain't never spinned this block they ain't never get this car
[01:35.475]He ain't never get up close and if he did, fah, fah, uh
[01:38.988]We the ones that made it hot, they don't post up on that block
[01:41.744]Well, they can, but if they do, then there's a chance they might get shot
[01:45.049]I be givin' up my drop, postin' ridin' through my hood
[01:48.000]Niggas scared when I pop out, yolie with a hot gun
[01:51.389]If you from where I'm from, then you in the red zone
[01:54.141]This a mini K, shoot headstones, send your man home
[01:57.219]You can ask him if you want, it ain't a drop I passed on
[02:00.480]Catch him smokin' in his car, listenin' to his last song
[02:03.738]Think his opp is back on, kids tryna act grown
[02:06.627]But I'ma show him
[02:07.628]Bring that pressure to a nigga mammy home
[02:09.857]Plus, I'm deep, I'm not alone how the **** you dodge a switch?
[02:12.741]Sound like Tommy, homis cancel niggas' Christmas like the Grinch, uh
[02:16.242]Pop out with them racks like I hit the jackpot
[02:19.245]Boy, you ain't no threat, boy, them niggas not opps
[02:21.999]We don't chase bops, but baby, send that lo' to get him dropped
[02:25.004]Like a pill, he get popped they can't chill on that block, uh, uh
[02:29.506]Boy, them niggas not opps
[02:31.287]Why they dissin' on lil' bro? They ain't never sent no shots
[02:34.290]They ain't never spinned this block they ain't never get this car
[02:37.554]He ain't never get up close and if he did, fah, fah, uh

作曲 : Virgil Gibson/George Albert Stone III/Wilson Taylor Whitlock/Jeffery Robinson
创作者：George Albert Stone ll、
Jeffery Robinson, Virgil Gibson, Wilson Taylor Whitlock
(We-we locked and loaded)
(Ah, it's like a breath of fresh air)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Pop out with them racks like I hit the jackpot
Boy, you ain't no threat, boy, them niggas not opps
We don't chase bops, but baby, send that lo' to get him dropped
Like a pill, he get popped they can't chill on that block, uh
Boy, them niggas not opps
Why they dissin' on lil' bro? They ain't never sent no shots
They ain't never spinned this block they ain't never get this car
He ain't never get up close and if he did, fah, fah, uh
Fah, they not the opposition, aye
We the ones slidin', we the ones doin' all the killin', aye
Shorty cold, but he is not chillin'
Aye, he the ones that's masked up, he creepin' up like a villain, aye
No feelings, shorty masked up, he just stay drillin'
You tweakin', gang, your life 'll change uh, you better go live it
Uh, uh you niggas not my enemies
Uh, he dissin' me, you better keep that same energy, uh
Bronem at his crib behind a tree tryna make him bleed
Ain't no touchin' me, no f**kin' me shorty ugly
I dropped, "Waddup," so niggas know what's up with me
Ain't no school bussin' me nigga better bust his G
Go
Pop out with them racks like I hit the jackpot
Boy, you ain't no threat, boy, them niggas not opps
We don't chase bops, but baby, send that lo' to get him dropped
Like a pill, he get popped they can't chill on that block, uh, uh
Boy, them niggas not opps
Why they dissin' on lil' bro? They ain't never sent no shots
They ain't never spinned this block they ain't never get this car
He ain't never get up close and if he did, fah, fah, uh
We the ones that made it hot, they don't post up on that block
Well, they can, but if they do, then there's a chance they might get shot
I be givin' up my drop, postin' ridin' through my hood
Niggas scared when I pop out, yolie with a hot gun
If you from where I'm from, then you in the red zone
This a mini K, shoot headstones, send your man home
You can ask him if you want, it ain't a drop I passed on
Catch him smokin' in his car, listenin' to his last song
Think his opp is back on, kids tryna act grown
But I'ma show him
Bring that pressure to a nigga mammy home
Plus, I'm deep, I'm not alone how the **** you dodge a switch?
Sound like Tommy, homis cancel niggas' Christmas like the Grinch, uh
Pop out with them racks like I hit the jackpot
Boy, you ain't no threat, boy, them niggas not opps
We don't chase bops, but baby, send that lo' to get him dropped
Like a pill, he get popped they can't chill on that block, uh, uh
Boy, them niggas not opps
Why they dissin' on lil' bro? They ain't never sent no shots
They ain't never spinned this block they ain't never get this car
He ain't never get up close and if he did, fah, fah, uh