History

[Intro]
(Ooh, Gorilla Boy got that heat)

[Chorus: FBG Dutchie]
These niggas see us, they get jittery, huh
These niggas flaky, snaky, slippery, huh
Ain't no question marks, no mysteries, huh
We blow you down and now you history

[Post-Chorus: FBG Dutchie & Wooski]
We send a nigga to past life
Clip with the dick, get ya ass piped
Smell like some shit, get ya ass wiped
Folks got the scope, get ya ass sniped
We send a nigga to past life
Pull up on ya, let it blast right (Wop, wop)
Chop' got a knife, get ya ass sliced (Wop, wop)
You comin' wrong, get ya ass right

[Verse 1: Wooski]
Huh, give them the flucks
Better give thеm the bucks
Talkin' tough? Nigga, what?
What you gon' do when I pop out the cut
With Nеllo with me and we linin' you up
Then you trippin'? Fuck tryna duck
When we get to spazzin', bullets get to blastin'
You act like you winnin', we fuckin' you up
Mention my gang, boy, that shit is so deadly
If I eat, bro do, too, I don't like bein' petty
I pulled up and hop out that white body Chevy
I brung the .44, but that bitch [?] too heavy
I blew his brains out, all you see is spaghetti
Hold up, pop a pill, hit the Hen', now I'm ready
The baby street sweeper size as a machete
I load that bitch up while I'm gettin' some Becky
And I feel like Ox like I'm off Belly, niggas come in my house, we gon' shoot it out
My mind on money, gang, and sellin' cocaine, nigga, fuck you about?
I'ma run it up with my gang members, yeah, you know we gotta flex
Who is this clizzy, Cletus, thunky-ass nigga that they just put to the test?

[Chorus: FBG Dutchie]
These niggas see us, they get jittery, huh
These niggas flaky, snaky, slippery, huh
Ain't no question marks, no mysteries, huh
We blow you down and now you history

[Post-Chorus: FBG Dutchie]
We send a nigga to past life
Clip with the dick, get ya ass piped
Smell like some shit, get ya ass wiped
Folks got the scope, get ya ass sniped
We send a nigga to past life
Pull up on ya, let it blast right
Chop' got a knife, get ya ass sliced
You comin' wrong, get ya ass right

[Verse 2: FBG Dutchie]
What you gon' do when we pop out the dip
And them shots hit your face [?] back [?] and your lip?
And them shots out them 'Ks, they rain, make you flip
Empty the clip, then we back through the dip
Woo, get 'em and bag his ass, zip
Woo smokin' his ass out a zip
Pull up with cuttas and cook ya like butter
Go get you some luggage, we goin' on a trip
Who? Who got smoked? I don't know nothin'
True, hit your block with them poles, runnin'
Shoot, drum beat a nigga like he stole somethin'
Blow it in his face like your nose runnin'
I say, "Woo Wop, grab the woo wop"
That's the hammers out the toolbox
Put a nigga in his shoebox
Blow at 12 like you 2Pac
Who the new opps? Fuck the new opps
We gon' smoke 'em, roll up new opps
Smoke a nigga like I'm Guwop
CPN get us two drops, hoo

[Chorus: FBG Dutchie]
These niggas see us, they get jittery, huh
These niggas flaky, snaky, slippery, huh
Ain't no question marks, no mysteries, huh
We blow you down and now you history

[Post-Chorus: FBG Dutchie]
We send a nigga to past life
Clip with the dick, get ya ass piped
Smell like some shit, get ya ass wiped
Folks got the scope, get ya ass sniped
We send a nigga to past life
Pull up on ya, let it blast right
Chop' got a knife, get ya ass sliced
You comin' wrong, get ya ass right