DEAD LOCCS PT2

[Intro: Yus Gz & James Brown]
Grrah, like (Every opp shot), grrah-grrah
Grrah, like, grrah-grrah (Everything dead)
Grrah, like (Baow-baow), smokin' all deads
(Like, like) Baow-baow
What you need, what-what you need (Still the face of the—)
Grrah
I got what you need (Grrah), what-what you need (Like, baow, baow)
Every opp shot
What you need (Like), what-what you need (Smokin’ all deads) Baow
I got what you need (Baow)
What you need, what-what you need (Like)
(Ayo, Flexx, turn that shit up)
Baow-baow

[Chorus]
Thro-Throw up a shh, and he gon' meet his death (Like, what?)
Triple bullets gon' beat on his chest (Beat on his—)
Fac-Face of the Bronx, I’ma geek when I'm next (When I'm next)
Like, better get out the way when I step (When I step)
Whi-Whip too fast, I could dip on a Lex (Grrah)
Shе got the drop, put the beam to his chеst (Beam on his chest)
Spin in them tints and I'm lookin' for rec' (Like, what?)
Brodie a tweak, catch a shot to the neck (Shot to the—)
Word to bro, I'm the best and they vexed (And they what?)
I'm wit’ Scottie2Hottie, you better respect (Scottie too hot)
Throw up the Gz, I’m wit' AB Da Jet (AB Da Jet)
We-We them ooters, all we do is step (We step)
Don’t try to run and get beat wit' a left (Grrah, grrah)
Charlie, Blay, Zully, X (And they dead)
Shoutout Noah, he got beat out his flesh
Mezzy, Diddy, Bobby, Texted (What?)

[Verse]
Dea-Dead loccs, on the set (On the set)
It been a minute, we gon' bend through the West (Bend through the West)
I-I see A Boogie, knock him out his tech (Out his tech)
Try to run, get him stretched (Grrah, grrah)
Beam on the blick, you could call me a vet (Beam on the—)
Send a ton, brodie gon' get ’em wet (Grrah)
Bitch, we them demons, we come to collect
I heard he dead and I know they upset (Know they upset)
Put the chop to his head, now he could even fled (Like, what?)
Critical damage, got 'em feedin' him meds (Grrah, grrah)
Shou-Shoutout shh, he got beat in his head
They know my bop, Mr. Shoot-Off-The-Peg (Baow-baow-baow)
Don't go out like shh, he can't walk on his leg (Like, what?)
Head-tap Gang, now he flat on the bed (Head-tap Gang)
Ooter go kuu', he gon' fill 'em with lead (Wit' what?)
I-I'm a demon, I did what I said (Did what I said)
Charlie, Marky, Tanky, dead (They dead)
None of them niggas had one in the head (Like, what?)
BigE4Woo, bitch, it's everything dead (E4Woo)
Free GB, tryna knock off a head
Like-Like, we done been through the Mitch on a reg' (On a reg')
Brodie clickin' 'til his body red (Grrah, grrah)
Hop-Hop Out Gang, put the beam on his head (Don't run)
Grrah-grrah (Baow-baow-baow)

[Chorus]
Thro-Throw up a shh, and he gon' meet his death (Gon' meet his death)
Triple bullets gon' beat on his chest (Beat on his chest)
Fac-Face of the Bronx, I'ma geek when I'm next (Like, what?)
Like, better get out the way when I step (When I step)
Whi-Whip too fast, I could dip on a Lex (Grrah, grrah)
She got the drop, put the beam to his chest (Beam on his—)
Spin in them tints and I'm lookin' for rec' (Grrah)
Brodie a tweak, catch a shot to the neck (Shot to the neck)
Word to bro, I'm the best, and they vexed (Like, what?)
I'm with Scottie2Hottie, you better respect (Grrah, grrah)
Throw up the Gz, I'm wit' AB Da Jet (AB Da Jet)
We-We them ooters, all we do is step (We step)
Don't try to run and get beat wit' a left (Grrah)
Charlie, Blay, Zully, X (And they dead)
Shoutout Noah, he got beat out his flesh (Grrah)
Mezzy, Diddy, Bobby, Texted (They dead)

[Outro]
Grrah, like, every opp shot
300K, bitch, like