Bend Bloxks

[Intro Ty Flex, (Ju Balla), (Tazzo B)]
Grrrrrtt bow bow
(Ju Balla (grrtt))
Ty Flex
Boom boom boom boom boom boom, gang
(Boom boom, gang gang, gang)

[Verse 1: Ty Flex]
Y'all niggas not Brim material (grahh grahh grahh)
Put holes to his chest like some Cheerios (bop bop)
Have his body slumped up now he spiritual (spiritual)
We rolling up Skreez cause we sick of Pooh
Glock 9 fully loaded, if I pass it to Steph, guarantee he gon throw it
When 26 in the spot, we gon make it hot, spin my block get ready you gon die (260)
My guys don't talk when it's wartime, big .9 on my hip that's a man down
Put red on his face like a damn clown, spot an opp guarantee that's a man down
We shaking the spot what the fuck is up? When 26 on the spot we gon fuck it up
If he jack Glizzy gang we gon laugh at him, and fuck it and then we gon clap at him
Skate off in the V, who smoking on Queez, get hit in ya bean now ya boy on a tee
Free Babies P he put on for the team, if he jacking the Ts yellow tape on the scene
Paramedics go and pick him up, have his body slumped up by the chicken spot
Yeah and my guys gon make it hot, Tazzo B on the court he gon send a shot (graah Ju Balla)

[Verse 2: Ju Balla]
Ya better what how you talk to me, cause for the gang I move accordingly
Niggas swear they want beef with me but y'all bitches in the sheets with me
Hold on wait, wait for the beat to drop
I bring the chop it'll beat a box
Reload the clip when I see the flocks
Gang, I see the streets like a warzone
Fuck a treesh and I tell her to go home
These bitches they all on my body tell a opp bop me, call me papi
Don't smoke while im rollin through lobby tell a opp bop me call me papi
Don't talk about it, niggas they talk but they ain't about it (Primetime)
I'm a top dog and I been about it, niggas is weak and I'm gaining profit (Hatz Up)
Gang, niggas is weak and I'm gaining profit

[Verse 3: Tazzo B]
Gang gang gang, 2 shots keep talking hot get your crew popped
Catch a opp lacking we boom shots, this .40 is loud like a boom box
Hold on, wait, moonrock
Breez got me laced now my shoes hot
Spin on my side, nigga you lied
I got the tool so you die when my screws flock
Tell 'em, wait, get back, none of these niggas ain't get back
260 not with the chit-chat, its a round of applause you get clapped
Tell 'em, wait, send a few, fuck it i'm Tazzo the general
Niggas they hate but they pitiful
I call up big body Jah to get rid of you
We up on the score, so y'all niggas check for y'all mans when I aim at the basket (B to the P!)
I cannot beef with the Lzz yall niggas look up to witnesses and rats bitch
You come to my block with a Glock got a nine with a stick thats gon spark like a match bitch
Tazzo B you know I'm not no average, make his body go missing like magic
Know I’m a prodigy, bitch, don’t bother me, bitch, or you’ll sleep in a cemetery (done wit that)
These niggas don't know about beef til they run into me and get to it like Tom & Jerry
And tell em no more you get popped your big homie dropped ya niggas move hella scary
And its FTO to the opps, keep my waist on me cocked, you talk hot and you getting buried
Gang Gang Gang!