Fuego

[Verse 1: Vine Shotz]
Nigga, what you gon’ do when this Glock out?
Hit a opposition, let him rock out
Fuck that, he ain’t even get to clock out
Fuck a broom ‘cause we gon’ bring the mop out
Last thing he heard was, “Brodie watch out”
If we get the addy we gon’ pop out
Make movies
He get shot if he jackin’ he Suvy
Jay Blixk ride in the back wit’ the toolie
74 RAM and it’s still free [?]
Brodie was trappin’ since I was a school-ie
Got your bitch in the back tryna do me
She wanna fuck ‘cause a young nigga loopy
I ain’t want her ‘cause she was a groupie
[?] so I’m trappin’ the [?]
Sha Glizz dump and now he on a new tee
Can’t forget, we gon’ roll up [?]
You know that’s a basket
[?] was fiendin’ so I had to pass it
I’ma fall back and just watch how he blast it, uh
That nigga makin’ it happen
Them niggas hate ‘cause a young nigga rappin’
Talkin’ on Mali I dump out the ratchet
We don’t play wit’ him
If they jackin’ he Wooo, add a K to ‘em
I’m from Tilden where young niggas stay wit’ ‘em
If you jackin’ the opps you can lay wit’ ‘em
I see Kay Macc and I’m sendin’ like eight to him
I see Kay Mac and I’m sendin’ like, uh
If he run then I’m comin’ in clutch
My blixky start dumpin’, now that nigga stuck
Call D Rose and he come in a rush
We not tryna play, let’s see how they tough
Hollows they hit him they sendin’ him up
If we catch him lackin’ put him in a blunt
Hollows they hit him they sendin’ him up

[Verse 2: Mori Briscoe]
Tell [?] run up he gon’ dump
Free Bjay, freedom a must
Last nigga tried it and we left him stuck
Mr. Hop-Out-The-V, let it buss
Don’t slide up on Bristol less a couple pistols, for a fact we gon’ let it [?]
Got the V ‘cause I’m ready to ride
Drop location, I’m ready to slide
And them niggas ready to hide, fine, but Bary ain’t wastin’ no time
Free the gang, did it all for the pesos
Slidin’ up, for a fact, better lay low
No Iraq rap but we slidin’ wit’ Draco’s
Put your man’s in the air like a halo
Who be bendin’ the blocks? Nigga, they know
Mix the the pint of the Wock’ wit’ the Faygo
If she bad put my thumb in her a-hole
And she had the [?], her pussy was fuego
Tryna slide wit’ lil bro, no patience
Gun cocked, bro floxk, no waitin’
Smokin’ Aggy, I know you can’t taste it
Smokin’ on Boomer this shit got me anxious
Blowin’ all the opps in the air who can’t talk back
Tryna slide through my hood can’t walk back
Big gun, shit long like a [?]
[?] gon’ line up the opps and we on that