F**k The Gity

[Intro: Baby Maxx & Turtle2125]
They not gon' make it back
Yeah, that's what I did, that's what I-
Yeah, you talkin' bout that [?]
<[?], yeah>

Yeah
Nigga bend that-, they ain't on it, mmm, mm mmm
He ain't on nun', every time I bendin' them blocks, I'm gon' get on sum
Ay Bhrissy hold on brother

[Verse: Baby Maxx]
Ay, ay, ay, these niggas bitches they ain’t on nothin’
Every time I bend these niggas block I’m gon’ get on somethin’
Fuck you think, we ain’t poppin’ out with semis? We got all button
My brother probably small, but with the drac he have niggas runnin’
Real friendly since you fuck with suckas we gon’ kill you
Niggas get shot up in the face and now ya’ll say he was a civilian?
Push up on anybody bangin’, bitch I’m Every Body Killer
Said he was a bitch, he hopped in load, and then he turned into a driller
Ha ha, go pick your brother up, we laughin’ at that nigga
Don’t know ‘bout you, but if I lose my bro I’m hoppin’ in and killing
You must be high as fuck like skrilla, with all that loud mouth shit
Cussed out my bro ‘cuz he said I couldn’t hop in the load with switch
You niggas scared to go to jail, niggas bitches they getting punched on
I can name a lotta niggas bitches gettin’ fucked on
Niggas call my phone and said he wanna hoop, nigga drop lo'
Can’t name no nigga over here that you can say a hoe, we all scores
Gz

[Verse 2: Turtle2125]
Bitch I’m the baby from my hood, I give out headtaps
How ya’ll still fuckin’ with Dameme, blood a known rat
Fully keep glitching on the drill, it's shootin' hella fast
Why ya'll keep mentioning my name like Turts won't crash
First day home I copped a gleek and hopped up in the street
Your brother told, he wrote a statement, heard he copped a plea
My brother died and you ain't hop in load and wet your feet
So why these niggas that be out of town say they Gz

[Verse 3: EBK Leebo]
Yeah, my brother died, I made a vow said I'm gon' slam sum
SmackK, nigga fuck a Smack, [?] for handle
Might have to one-up-top a 26, like nigga you my grandson
How he ain't on that, wait who stamped blood
And that's the truth, every time we get the lo', I swiggle through
I be comfortable, a 100 bands on me in the booth
Ain't gotta tell lil Turtle when to do his thing, he just gon' shoot
Hit yo' block and change the murder rate, I gave that bitch a boost
3s nigga