Lyrics: Kay Flock/C Blu
Music: Kay Flock/C Blu
Like, grrah-grrah
Like, grrah-grrah
(Good job, Sho)
(21st-century schizoid man)
Guns the **** up, nigga
Grrah-grrah
Grrt, baow-baow-baow
Like, everything dead, nigga, huh
Ayo, C Blu, what's crackin', nigga?
Like, like, look
We gon' talk on the facts, like, we gon' get into that
Rah-Rah, he saw me, he ain't let it clap, like (Pussy)
Ask him how much I threw back (Baow, baow, baow)
I'm a demon, I like to react
Spin through the 'Well, tryna catch us a pack, like
Two shots gon' make him collapse
I do not smoke Mex' 'cause that nigga wack, like (He wack, like)
(21st-century schizoid man)
We get muddy, I tell her, "No tipsy" (No tipsy)
We spot a opp anywherе, it get litty, like
I spot a Vato, this shit gon' get mixy (Dummy)
Throw a shot, put thе knocks in her titty (Baow, baow, baow)
EBK, DOA's, in the spot it get gritty (Dummy)
Try to run, put the dot on his kidney (Like, like)
Free gang (Free gang), free Gotti (Gotti)
Bro in the spot and he wildin' with Oppy (Like)
If I don't got the knocks, I'm with 'Notti
Scottie got thirty, he move extra cocky (Cocky, gang)
He get shot if he think he gon' box me (Dummy)
Don't need a DV, call Monae or Nani (Nani)
(Good job, Sho)
C Blu (Like, baow, baow)
(21st-century schizoid man)
Ayo, Kay, who that? (Who that?)
There go the opps in that V (Like)
Ayo, Kay, who that?
Get up close, we ain't shootin' from deep (Baow, baow, baow)
Don't got the V, we gon' walk up on feet
Mali, he spot 'em, he dump out the V (Like)
And these niggas, they know where I be
I'm the demon who send more than three
And you know that we lookin' for Vatos (Vatos)
They start runnin' as soon as them shots go (Dummy)
He said, "What you gon' do when there's nowhere to run?"
I'm lettin' my chop' blow (Baow, baow)
How you hype? You ain't throw more than one (Like)
Niggas broke and they really be popped though (Like)
Wanna beef? Let's have us some fun
But y'all know who just bought all the chops though
Twin chops when we spinnin' through (Like)
Scream, "OYO what?" Get boomed (Get boomed)
EBK, DOA, get in tune (Dummy)
Bitches, they duckin', they gettin' it too (Bitch)
Like I said, when I up, better move (Like)
Most of y'all niggas took off or y'all flew (Pussy)
Pussy ran and he tripped out his shoes
Bend through the Hill like, "What y'all wanna do?" (OYK)
We gon' talk on the facts, like, we gon' get into that
Rah-Rah, he saw me, he ain't let it clap, like (Pussy)
Ask him how much I threw back (Like)
I'm a demon, I like to react
Spin through the 'Well, tryna catch us a pack, like (Baow, baow)
Two shots gon' make him collapse (Baow, baow)
I do not smoke Mex' 'cause that nigga wack, like
(21st-century schizoid man)