Drippy Ooters

[Intro: Yagi B]
Rrah, rrah (Ayo, Eli, what the fuck?)
It's Yagi B
Lil' bitch, rrah, rrah
Like, what?

[Chorus: Yagi B]
Still bendin' and spazzin', we see a Gz, gotta clap him
Fuck all of them niggas in caskets
The fuck you gon' do when I hop out the truck masked up, ski'd up? Call me Yagi assassin
And, bitch, we the drippiest shooters
These niggas talkin' 'bout guns, but they never gon' use 'em
Rah got shot in the head and he died
He got shot in his legs, now that nigga can't use 'em

[Verse 1: Yagi B & Mhady2Hottie]
Mex' went bye in the Benz
Couldn't say bye to his friends, like, grrah, grrah
Fuck Rah, nigga died in a whip
EK did bad, he got shot by a bitch
They keep tellin' mе, "Chill," I'm like, "Fuck that shit"
Like, run up on me, I'ma dump that shit
No, shе can't get the addy, don't trust that bitch
(No, she can't get the addy don't–, like, look)
Oh, he think shit sweet? I'ma creep
I'ma spin through that block seven days of the week (Seven days of the week)
Think he hot, he get hit with the heat
I'm with Yagi, don't forget the B
Walk Down Gang when we hop out the V
Oh, he tough? Let me see
Fuck all the politickin', we can link
I got sixty-four shots, I'm lookin' for a G'
Grrah, grrah
Ask who I smoke, Rah
He got shot in his chest, oh, nah

[Verse 2: Set Da Trend]
Hollow tips hit him, watch him multiply (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
I'm on that shit, been on that timin'
Been smokin' Lotti, had to remind 'em (Remind 'em)
Catch me a Jiggy, I call up the dyke that go dumb
She gon' pop out the cut, make him run
I can't wait till I run into Goon, I'ma pop him like Yellow
Let off seven just like 'Melo
We not smokin' Block, we smokin' Rah
It's a so many shots that they got with 'em
I ain't Chris, I'ma Will Smith 'em
And we still smokin' Sayquon sister
Pick up a gun, why the fuck is you dissin'?
Catch a Jet from the Fourth then I'm leavin' him missin'

[Chorus: Yagi B]
Still bendin' and spazzin', we see a Gz, gotta clap him
Fuck all of them niggas in caskets
The fuck you gon' do when I hop out the truck masked up, ski'd up? Call me Yagi assassin
And, bitch, we the drippiest shooters
These niggas talkin' 'bout guns but they never gon' use 'em
Rah got shot in the head and he died
He got shot in his legs, now that nigga can't use 'em