[Intro]
OB THIS JUNT HIT
I don't know how I want that in the beginning
[Verse]
Ayy, Blocka
Foenem put 'em on fah-fah
We ain't finna play with no tough guy
Lil' nigga be talkin' that rah-rah
Hit 'em in the head pray to Allah
Hit a trick make the body go tie-dye
We playin' that shit when we drive-by
Somebody T-shirt gettin' tie-dyed
Sit by somebody gettin' high-fived
Somebody grandson gettin' stretched out (Stretched out)
Clock struck midnight then we crept out
Shoot 'em up, ain't nobody gettin' left out (Brrt)
In the trap for too long, gotta step out (Step)
All smoke in the air like a meth house
Say she love me, but 'Yac you the best out
I be fuckin' my bitch like I'm fresh out
I'm smokin' on gas 'til I'm burnt out
I be doing the dash tryna burn out
I don't fuck with nobody, I learned now
Cut 'em off, give a fuck how it turned out
Cut 'em off, give a fuck how it turned out
Take a loss nigga, go put the sherm out
Niggas do want the smoke 'til they burnt out
That boy dead, what the fuck is you turnt 'bout?
Boy I put in that work never clock out (That work)
I be doing my dirt with the Glock out
I be telling my bitch, "Take the top off"
I be telling my opp nigga, "Pop out"
Got me started, now they telling me to stop now
I be ballin' like the fuck is a lock out (The fuck?)
I be telling my niggas like when you pull up, come up like 12 and just shoot where you hop out
Say you want me to school on hard knocks
I keep telling that bitch I'ma drop out
I keep telling y'all why I don't fuck with these niggas, they police, y'all think it's a cop out
Lotta shit that y'all seem to forgot 'bout
Lotta shit that y'all seem to forget 'bout
Oh, we acting like snitchin' is this now?
Niggas been eating cheese with the wrist out
Niggas been on my dick, but I've been keeping quiet
These niggas be tripping, they finna make me start a riot
Ayy, tired of eating these pussy ass rappers, they finna make me start a diet
I'm tired of laying ya, laying your soul on top of the beat, on the way to go bury ya
Ayy, niggas is barely a threat, if it is then I ain't even aware of it
Ayy, don't need no beat, I could carry it
Pale in comparison, this shit embarrassing
Ayy, big AR for your arrogance, die for your freedom since you an American
Ayy, your DNA on the presidents, maybe the evidence, blood on the revenue
Ayy, back from the dead like a revenant
Walk in the residence, clean off the residue
[Outro]
Yuh, yuh, ayy
OB THIS JUNT HIT
GSR was written by Zotiyac.
GSR was produced by OB THIS JUNT HIT.