Fear God

[Chorus]
Seven days a week I bleach in the trap house
Huh, wop for wop, play or play I'm breaking the pack down
Huh, we get too much bands, 100k up in the stash house
And cro might hit your mans if you decide to walk down
We selling gram for gram so we cannot shut down
XD in the Fear God, she see I'm too much drip now
And these niggas be hating on us, they wanna par' with the gang now
But we got sixty up in the car every time we ride 'round

[Verse 1]
Huh, give me the pack and it double
Big GG, I don't tussle
Make a play off the zap and my team in the huddle
That's no cap, got it off the musclе
Uh, he got the pack but he fumblеd it
You already know I'm boxing him
He outta town but we're onto him
My crodie, there's no one stopping him
Shooters on go, and we're locking in
Shooters on go, and they're trained to spin
You know I aim for the face lil' bitch
Green beam up on the waist and shit
Me and the gang in the foreign whip
Spin his block in a stolen whip
He wasn't gang, he was just forcing it
Give me the drop, and I'm parking it
In the bando is where I'm chippin' it
In your hooyo's house where I'm nippin' it
When I get the pack, you know I finish it
And that's no cap, lil' bitch

[Chorus]
Seven days a week I bleach in the trap house
Huh, wop for wop, play or play I'm breaking the pack down
Huh, we get too much bands, 100k up in the stash house
And cro might hit your mans if you decide to walk down
We selling gram for gram so we cannot shut down
XD in the Fear God, she see I'm too much drip now
And these niggas be hating on us, they wanna par' with the gang now
But we got sixty up in the car every time we ride 'round

[Verse 2]
Go OT to get the package
Nine pack make it vanish
She say she in love with the savage
Ninas blastin', causing havoc, uh
Yeah, my stick is talking
Niggas cappin' they don't have it
They just loose ballin'
Bitch, I'm putting my all in
Too much drip, you know I'm saucing
He wanted beef, so I cannot squash it
Yeah, the junkie calling
Trappin' all day for the profit
Cro got me, so you know I got him
Yellow tape the scene, and you know we're off this
Yeah, you know that we're off this
I had to get the back end
I had to ship the package
Cro caught a opp, put him in the past tense
Spinned his block, now we're laughing
The neener grains might have him dancing
With one shot, cro might just pack him
We live this life, you niggas cappin'
And you know that my clip is hanging

[Chorus]
Seven days a week I bleach in the trap house
Huh, wop for wop, play or play I'm breaking the pack down
Huh, we get too much bands, 100k up in the stash house
And cro might hit your mans if you decide to walk down
We selling gram for gram so we cannot shut down
XD in the Fear God, she see I'm too much drip now
And these niggas be hating on us, they wanna par' with the gang now
But we got sixty up in the car every time we ride 'round