Bachata

[Intro: E-Wuu]
Grrah, grrah
Like what? (JSH)
Ayo Mdot like what we gon' do? Grrah
(Mmm, nah, turn that up, Young Madz)
Like what we gon'—like?
Like what we gon'—like?
Oh hold on, like

[Verse 1: E-Wuu & Mdot EBK]
E-Wuu in this bitch, I start dumpin' and shit (Like what?)
Opps see me, start runnin' and shit
Like what you gon' do? Don't run (Don't run, don't run)
Lee Drilly gon' up, you done
AJ got beat, got shot (AJ!)
Like why he ain't have him a knock? (Why?)
Nazzy got hit, in his top
Another dead Loc in the box (Nazzy)
Ayo Mdot, like what we gon' do on a nigga?
We gon' spin, blitz, click, hit
Throw a few on a nigga (Grrah, grrah)
Like we got chops, beams, sticks
What they gon' do to my niggas? Stupid (Like what?)
Grrah-grrah
Like what they gon'—look, like what they gon' do, like
On the Sev', saw a opp
He was duckin' his top
What you gon' do when we come to that block?
Any block that we spin, got a chop
On thе 'Sev, saw a opp
He was duckin' his top
What you gon' do when wе come to that block?
Any block that we spin, got a chop
He was lackin', got shot
Like, why you outside with no knocks? (Like, why?)
So many dead niggas got put in a box
Don't leave the crib without the chop
Like we got shots, nigga, for the opp, niggas
If it's up, it's up, and it's lit (Grrah, grrah)
JayRip got shot nigga, ain't flock, nigga (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Free bro, he was fuckin' his bitch (Rippy!)

[Verse 2: Mdot EBK]
If it's up, let me know (Let me know)
With some Drilly's they ready to throw (Grrah, grrah)
Hop out gang, flockin' at a O (Better run)
Green light, all I see is go (Hit another!)
Nazzy dead, y'all ain't get back (He dead!)
Flocka saw me, nigga ran laps
Smokin' on Eazy, shit got me smacked (Got me smacked!)
Bullets hit him, fuckin' up his back
You a leg, lil' bitch I don't need you (You a eater!)
Hit it one time, then I pass her to E-Wuu (E-Wuu!)
Once I'm done, gon' make him turn evil
Lead Hound, pop 'em like a weasel
Fuck all the opps, that's the top of the subject (Like what?)
A new opp got hit up in public (Grrah, grrah)
Head tap, hollows fuckin' up his muffin (Grrah, grrah)
Belly shots, hollows fuckin' up his stomach (JayRip!)

[Verse 3: E-Wuu & Mdot EBK]
Okay, I'm back in this shit (I'm back, grrah-grrah-grrah)
Me and Murda two deep, two Jets, two chops
Move Wock' start blastin' and shit (Blam)
How they talkin' on bro? Nazzy got packed, brains lookin' nasty and shit (Nazzy)
If he talkin' on bro, he gotta go
And yeah we clappin' that whip (And yeah, we—boom, boom, boom!)
And yeah we, grrah
And he tried to act, caught a knockout
My niggas, bring them chops out
Spin they block in a V, we gon' hop out
Fell in love with the noise of the chop sound
And he tried to act, caught a knockout
My niggas, bring them chops out
Spin they block in a V, we gon' hop out (Grrah, grrah)
Fell in love with the noise of the chop sound
Better duck when we aimin' for bodies (Get low!)
Head tap, fuckin' up skullati (Eazy!)
I know a opp that got hit in his body (Nazzy!)
Shit sad, yellin' out, "Where's mommy?" (Like damn!)
You a shooter, never caught a hit (Like how?)
Look both ways, before you gettin' hit (Grrah, grrah!)
Won't forget, lil Jojo, you a snitch
And your BM's a munch, she always doin' dick (A munch!)

[Verse 4: Lee Drilly]
Grrah
94Gz, no 'Gz like these, you heard? (AHHHHHHHH!)
Jack B's, jack bigger B's, drop my shit we gon' let it squeeze, listen
I ain't tryna die young in this shit (Like what?)
So I stay with my gun in this shit (Grrah, grrah, boom!)
Know the drip all black, like a nun in this bitch (Boom!)
False move, I'ma dump in this bitch (What?)
He don't shoot, he be runnin' with it (At all)
Black Ops, had him runnin' like Rick (Ricky)
Lightskin opp, Forrest Gump in this shit (Die 'Sev!)
Opp bitch, runnin' like Tubman and shit (Like what? Like what?)
And they don't act bad, cause they know how it be
Every time shots fly, when I hop out the V (Every time!)
Catch me a baby, I rock him to sleep
I don't talk too much, I just slide when it's beef
And I'm done being nice, can't get nothing by me (At all)
And I don't talk shit, I'ma let this .9 speak
And they ain't stop makin' guns, when they made mine
But they stopped makin' niggas like me (On bro!)
I flame up they block, then I go to the stu'
Bitch I'm fire and shit, I might burn down the booth (Like what?)
Like, Yerky that's my boost (What?)
Tanky left his boots (Tanky!)
Free MB, he went ku' with the deuce
One day, two hits, we went two for two
On my drills, nigga, I got proof
All my opps pullin' up to tell me what I do (AJ!)
Any V I hop in, know I'm drivin' with it (Whoopty!)
Got no time for chumps, like I'm flyin' and shit
Said they creep with the who? Niggas lyin' and shit
Bitch my name Lee Drilly, he ain't tryin' that shit (Lee Drilly)
Opps try to drive by, I'm on timin' with it
Switch the V, me and E' hit the tires and shit (E-Wuu, E-Wuu)
He run and he duck, he hidin' and shit
I'm upping, I'm dumping, and firin' shit (Oh my God!)
When it's time for the drills, tell 'em, "Mask up"
And I talk how I talk cause I'm mad tough (On bro!)
If you think it's a joke, nigga act up (Like what?)
But the last nigga got packed up (He dead!)
He was fast, nigga, but we faster (On bro)
Think he bad, nigga, just got bad luck (He dead!)
Talkin' facts, niggas don't be factors
Tryna rap, we gon' get him wrapped up (We gon' get him—oh my—)
Now let's go down the list of these rapper niggas
Yagi B don't do shit, he a capper, nigga (Nas— boom!)
Jo Bandz cannot rap, he the whackest nigga
Catch Nas EBK, I'ma slap that nigga

[Outro: Lee Drilly]
Kay needed protection, stop mackin' niggas
Dougie B got hit, stop lackin' nigga
Like, TG and Kenzo, what happened nigga?
(Dougie got hit and Kenzo and TG keep wearin' fake drip, you heard?)
Got fake ass drip, where the back end, nigga?
Grrah
It's that Lee Drilly nigga, you heard?
Drop 4, I'm uppin' the 9
Grrah-grrah, grrah-ta (I hate these niggas, they all pussy and broke)
Smoking all deads
(Suck my dick, you heard?)