762 (feat. Chuckyy & Big Opp)

Let's keep this bitch recordin' Long live my brother, he probably killed your bitch-ass brother, go (This shit gon' be crazy, Jacc) 7.62 if a nigga act tough I was spinnin' on shit when I still had a crutch Brand new kit off a nigga tryna club Get the **** off the bench, go catch you a bucket When that switch start spittin', ain't no runnin' or duckin' Micro Drac', it solve all the ruckus, go A lot of these niggas be bap I'm really done clapped, this shit ain't just a rap Built in piece on the back of my strap Let off twenty-five with just one tap We box his ass in, then we made his ass rap (Slatt) Big 10 milli' holes all in his scalp (Slatt) He a bitch with a gun, that shit for the app, go Glock 29 with a switch and you know that bitch came with a grip Please don't run, don't trip, that's how Bougie got his ass killеd Close McDonald's, I don't wanna work shifts (Dumbass) It's me and Kees in the back of thе whip Won't touch that bop, she ain't tryna eat dick (Bitch), go I got shot in the leg, they said I died Thought he seen a ghost when I popped on Live Screenshottin' your seats, tryna see what you drive Still chuckin' up B's and still drop Y's (Die Y) Been in a meetin' for too long, I done went out there and dropped some shit Micro Mini Drac', wish it was fully, but ain't no stoppin' this, that's common sense I'm only nineteen with eight fitteds, bitch We them Boyz n the Hood, your bitch ass gettin' that door (Let me out the whip) Had to bounce up out the Jeep, only had three runners in the fin It's a man down on Marquette, now it's time to swap this Gen I'm up eight, it would've ten if it wasn't for Spoony, if it wasn't for Glen (No bap) They want me to rap, but I'm still gon' spin They took my brother, I need all they ass dead, go 7.62 if a nigga act tough I was spinnin' on shit when I still had a crutch Brand new kit off a nigga tryna club Get the **** off the bench, go catch you a bucket When that switch start spittin', ain't no runnin' or duckin' Micro Drac', it solve all the ruckus, go (Q50, where you at? I need three-fifty, brr) Go, uh, 7.62 if a nigga act tough Bail out, give him ten while he standin' at the bus stop (Brr) Switch on the back, leave a **** nigga top bust Uh, me and Milly D in the Q50, when we hit a nigga block, shot a couple, can't stop us Uh, I ain't goin' back and forth with no opp, only time I do that when I'm tryna pull knots out I ain't no rapper, I bailin' out blickin', a **** nigga run up, his ass gettin' shot down (Brr, brr, brr) Doggin' the straight, I ain't stoppin' at red lights, on Fred grave, I ain't goin' 2Pac style Make a nigga go poof, we the only ones steppin' on shit, we the troops I'm a big dog, lil' nigga, who is you? Blow first, think last, give a nigga the boot (Better know how to shoot, brr) I'm the first one slidin' when it's time to go shoot You a kid and you bangin', we killin' the youth Walk down a nigga block dressed up in a suit Shoot his ass in his mouth, now I knocked out a tooth We step on shit, niggas know that's the truth Heard a nigga block hot, so we changin' the route Finna hit a nigga block in a Q50, if we catch him and his friend, we killin' him too Me and Q50 out, just ridin', late night slidin', got a drop, finna pick up Chuckyy Niggas be rappin', my niggas be clappin', comparin' to us, you niggas ain't nothin' Reach for my chain and get hit with a button You goofy-ass nigga, I ain't doin' no tusslin' Step on shit, I ain't doin' no stuntin' Step back, shoot a three and I'm smackin' the bucket, Opp 7.62 if a nigga act tough I was spinnin' on shit when I still had a crutch Brand new kit off a nigga tryna club Get the **** off the bench, go catch you a bucket When that switch start spittin', ain't no runnin' or duckin' Micro Drac', it solve all the ruckus, go