Double O Blitz

[Verse 1: NazDTH]
Baow
Tryna chill wit' the 3, gotta bend wit' the 3
Single hand on the deuce, it be makin' him lean
Wanna creep on a Kreep, keep ya' hand on the G
Put ya' head up high when you flarin' the glee
Spin wit' the F it's a new movie scene
Makin' 'em dance when we put on the beam
When I hopped on the court, all on eyes on me
You gotta up quick to up quicker than me
Fazo hit, shoulder lean
Thunder macked, he got left in the street
MK stay dissin', get out of the V's
We throw on the mask when we click on a bee
Shoutout the F's, 1k tagged
Spotted a Kreep, got to ballin' like Flag
The Roe on dick so Poppa the gas
Nigga AJ shot, almost put in a pack
Baow baow

[Verse 2: Mdot 59]
Niggas throw for the Jet
If you dissin' the Jet, nigga you better duck or get low on the plates
Free baby Raf, niggas pumpin' that scene like we ain't go bang on the L’zz broad day
Niggas pushed up on Mel, I ain't gon' lie after that tryna bang in the O's same day
Free Woddy the Ape, he could vouch that I got in my stance but it jammed so we went to the Trey
I don't care to go act for the net, from the O's to the L’zz niggas know that I'm ballin' for mine
Fuck Notti and Dotty, he put the pole to his face, cocked it back and he blew out his mind
CJ cleaned up, face on the mattress, past-tense
Like why they mentionin' mine?
LA tried to run, spot him, got him, baow baow, niggas blew out his spine
Everybody vs. Dot, like I ain't troop back to back to they block
Niggas smokin' on Nu, man this shit gotta stop
Free Raf, nigga missed and the Jet almost dropped, like
Like, oh they double the O? Like I got double the pole
Tryna do it for Nu, I'ma put on a show
Threw the beam on his back, it ain't nowhere to go
2-3 zone if I'm bendin' wit Fro
DayHound, Bino, that's two in a row
Spot the Jet out the pack, but I throw for the Glo
The Ripk in the back tryna follow the flow
Baow baow

[Verse 3: BenzoDaG]
I done flicked on the Makks and that's word to my mother
Josh he went poof, don't forget about Thunder
1200 kids tryna put sumn' under
We throw for the 3, better duck for some cover
You takin' that deal when it's time to go drill
I could merch that I made sumn' spill
I threw four by the 4 in the back of the steel, baow baow like
Poppa got shot and he fell to the deuce
Chest shot, boom, and the nigga went poof
62 shots if you play wit' my boo
Niggas be cap, shit is deeper than views
Free Baby Jay, he went ku' off a deuce
Like 1k hit, that nigga made the news
What you know about sharin' a deuce?
When shit gettin' real you better lace your shoes
46K, stop suckin' my dick
I'ma slide wit' a Runny and a Drip tryna click
Brand new gun, give a fuck about drip
Niggas be loafin', lackin' wit' no grip

[Verse 4: Jah Bandz]
I see shit gettin' real
My mama want me to stay up out the field
Niggas don't even know for my brother I kill
If it's flockin' or ridin' know he got the wheel
When it's time, put the V up in drive and then peel
Niggas watchin' my moves, gotta walk wit' the steel
I call Dot wit' the dot, he on time for the drill
If they touch one of mines give a fuck 'bout a deal
I ain't askin' for them to know just how it feel
I don't know why my name being said in them reels
Like, baow, nigga who got touched?
I done seen niggas run like they was outta luck
And I'm flockin' for T 'cause he do it for us
Why the fuck would he say that my niggas is pups?
When we get on they side nigga you better duck
Wit' the Makk in the back tryna pop out the cut

[Verse 5: Saithedemon]
Glah
I'm wit' the Ripk two deep, niggas know we ain't goin' for nun'
The 550 buggin'
I call the Makk just to spin on the Makk, and the first nigga movin' funny he a bucket
They can't run from the dot on his face
I'm in the 4z tryna work on my aim
I'm wit' the Hound tryna spin on the Hound, but they never outside 'cause we made them lil' niggas behave

[Verse 6: Woodat]
Like niggas ain't hear 'bout the last hit? Movie, shit was a classic
Up by the rim, goin' in for the basket
Feelin' like Pac, I told brodie to blast it
R.I.P Thot, we done made shit tragic
It's a risk or a chance, I'ma grab it
She a ten, fat ass, I'ma slap it
[?], gotta up it and blast it, baow
Niggas from 156, why is y'all suckin' on 150 dick?
Come to my block we got 51 sticks and like 150 shells, fuck the 280 Crips
All that cap in your rap, man that shit is for flicks
And you sayin' them names get you put in a spliff
Backdoor baby, I'm slime in this shit
Nigga play wit' my rank and I'm takin' that trip

[Verse 7: Steve Hound]
Baow
I'm 'bout to step on the court
Walk 'em down wit' the G, no remorse
He ran and got hit, nigga that was his fault
Like, no I'm not with the back and the forth
Don't got the hot ride, fuck it we walk
Once I get in that mode no I don't wanna talk
Hawkin' him down wit' the G like a hawk
Free all the bros that was riskin' it all
Green Bay Packers, we really hawk shit
I get active, that's why I talk shit
Deady off Deady, I'm really off it
We tryna ball, they tryna forfeit
Step on the court, pass me my ball kicks
Opp thot, she let me beat on some whore shit
Ain't no tellin' me chill, I'm on bullshit
150K, them niggas must've lost it