[Intro: Humble Gz]
(Chee on the beat)
(Major, that's you?)
(Mmm, nah, turn that up)
Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom, nigga (Young Madz)
Y'all know what the fuck is goin' on, nigga, 41 to my dick
Fuckin' cap-rappin' ass, you heard?
[Verse 1: Humble Gz & TG Man]
Said, like, I'm outside with them steppers and killers (With them steppers and killers, like)
Better not throw up the Roc 'cause we do not fuck with Gorillas (ApeK)
Like, tryna look for the Ape, TG Man got thirty-one shots, call that boy Reggie Miller (Rrah, baow-baow-baow)
Like, why niggas keep sayin', "Ray Makk"? When I caught— shh, nigga turned to a stripper (Like, WoooK)
Free Slick, DG, tell me who bigger
Like, off the 'net, niggas know who the drillers (Lotti)
Like, wasn't this goofy just jackin' that he E4Lay? On my mother, you Snickers (Nigga, you pussy)
Like, wait, I cannot beef with no nigga that's jackin' a nigga that's smokin' his deads (At all)
Linkin' with niggas that we gave the belt, nigga, Boomer and Nay Nay got put right to bed, like, damn (Like, Boomer)
Like, listen up now, ain't no pass if we run into Jenn (Little bitch)
Like, said, four deep on that strip, two sticks, I'm with niggas that do this for Swin (Babiiez, Babiiez)
How y'all talkin' on cuzzy? Y'all wasn't outside when he died, like, nigga, stop the pretend (What the fuck?)
Like, ayo, Kyle Richh, didn't your brother get shot? When the fuck is you gonna go spin? Like, damn (Grrah-grrah, boom, nigga)
Said, pussy niggas— like
Pussy niggas keep dissin' my block, like (Dissin' my block, like)
Like, said, Tilly park up on Chester, I bet you somebody gon' drop (Nigga, word to my mother)
Like, forty-one shots, like, out the grrah, like
Mentionin' T, that's a quick way to die (Grrah, grrah)
Like, but these kids do not get it, so next time I catch 'em, I promise I'm not goin' live (I'm not for the Folks and I'm not for the Line)
[Verse 2: TG Man & L.R]
And I cannot lie, every trip, I'm in that ride
And I could really merch that on my guys
We get the drop, we makin' mamas cry (Uh)
I'm a demon, bitch, just look in my eyes
We was shittin' all winter, imagine summertime
I turn to Ibaka, bangin' with this 9
GSwerv, Ty Nine, got shot in they spine (GSwerv)
Rich Glizz caught a leggy, should've been his eye
I go where I want, I'm the face of the Stuy (Grrah)
Nunu a boof, cappin', tellin' lies while I'm in the field lettin' hollows fly (Grrah)
I'm posted in Brower chillin' with the guys
He screamin' out, "Layoo," then he gettin' fried
Opps link with opps, I'm not surprised
That's just more niggas willin' to die
You still gon' die if you pick a side (Uh-huh)
He not one of mines, he ain't hop in that ride (Yeah)
I'm in the Far Side with Humble Gz
First Sev seen get shot in the scene
And free Spida, he still duckin' the D's (Uh-huh)
Free Slick Flocks, Mr. Aim at Your Bean (Long range when I shoot, call me Curry)
A nigga tried to push up on me last week, step back, yeah, you know I up and let it squeeze (Hit him from far, now his vision is blurry)
[Verse 3: L.R]
We do not beef with them kids 'cause, no, they don't step, and, no, they don't be on they block (Gang, grrah, faow-faow-faow)
We been bendin' for days (Bendin' for days), he lackin' on Chester, on bro, he get put in a— (Gang, gang)
On bro (Grrah, grrah, grrah), he get put in a coffin
Walk down, tell TG Man to go hawk him
Fuck it, let me go slide through the 8th (Faow, faow)
Sheff is a rat, that nigga ain't safe (Frraow, frraow, frraow, he told)
I can name more than one time these niggas start runnin' when I pull up and shoot like I'm Klay (Gang, rrah-rrah)
Turn on your blue beam, up at his figi (On bro)
If he try run (Faow-faow-faow), then we pull off his face
Like, Gusto (Gang), nigga went out like a dumbo (Dumbo), niggas be suicide gang (Frrah)
Fazo ratted and they still jack him (Faow-faow-faow-faow), what the fuck? (Faow-faow-faow) Niggas tellin' on gang?
Kha got struck, didn't get back for himself, on bro, he was screamin' for help, like (Rrah, rrah)
They know we up on the score (Gang)
Look at Rilla, they left his brains on the floor (Rilla)
They left his brains on the ground (Gang), if we spot one of them, then we spinnin' around (Faow-faow)
Throw up a P just for Puge, if he lackin' on that block, then we send him a dub (Gang-gang-gang-gang)
[Verse 4: Waunny G & Humble Gz]
Oh, y'all niggas got lit 'cause y'all smokin' on Notti? Like, Manny caught shots to the body (Rrah-rrah, Manny)
Bitch, I'm with demons, they posted beside me
I got thirty-three in my clip, Scottie (Grraow-grraow-grraow)
If I'm not slidin', then I'm providin'
I think it's time I get back on that timin' (Get back on that—)
We yell out, "Wooo," then we start flockin' (Like, Wooo)
The last nigga said that shit back, nigga, shot him (Baow-baow-baow)
Now I'm on hots, like
'Cause Kyle Richh linkin' with niggas who smokin' his mans, nigga, go bend a block (Nigga, 41K, nigga, go bend a block)
Niggas think they can party in Coney 'til I have my savages flick up his spot (Nigga, suck my dick)
Like, and these niggas never did nothin', if I call up cuzzy, somebody gon' drop (WoooK, I saw that)
We bendin' through Chester with forty-one Glocks (Grrah)
Let me run into Jenn, she get beat with the knock (Grrah-grrah)
Like (Grrah), like, grrah (He said, grrah)
But I'm not tryna beef with no bitches (Dumbass, at all)
Why they keep tryna mention the Makk? Free Fourty, he pop out the cut, get to clickin' (Like, Ewees)
Like, fuck Nay, nigga dead in the ditches
If they linkin' up, everybody gon' get it (Like, Nay Nay)
Like, KJ, you said you was smokin' on Lay, tryna tell you this street shit is finished, grrah (Rrah, rrah-rrah, grrah-grrah)
They hear them sounds and them niggas start runnin' (Baow-baow-baow)
None of y'all niggas not tellin' me nothin', this fit on my body cost forty-one hundred (Nigga, 41K)
Like, and I'm droppin' the Wooo if he up it (Like)
Let Sheik try to reverse the V when I'm clutchin' (Like, WoooK)
Grrah, bitch, shots hit his muffin
I call Humble Gz when it's time to go dump shit (Baow, baow-baow-baow, pussy)
[Verse 5: Ciggy Blacc]
Nigga, ask the guys, if I'm back outside, then I'm catchin' that bucket (Gang, gang, gang)
If Swin was alive, he would be on that block right now tryna dump it (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Tired of the talkin', better move cautious (Rrah)
Buddy got shot and I wish he was dead (Gang, gang, gang)
Should've been head, not an arm and a leg (When I walk in the—)
Walk in that park, I ain't tryna rebuttal (Rrah-rrah)
Outside with the chop, two-hand, double dribble (Gang, gang, gang)
Y'all jackin' that and he not even a member (Rrah, rrah)
Now y'all gotta deal with the lifters (Gang, gang, gang)
Send shot after shot like a push-up (Gang, gang)
Keep one in the head, Devin Booker (Rrah)
Put dick in her mouth, make her look up (Make her—)
TaTa, tell Mama, "I'm sorry you one of the hoes, I don't want you breathin'" (Grrah)
Buddy like Boomer, he wheezin' (Gang)
Drew, better stay with your gleech then (Gang-gang-gang)
Hit four opps, we reachin' (Rrah-rrah)
Hit one more, I reap in
Drill in some black Forces, fuck creases (Rrah)
He ain't leavin' that block, I mean it
Tell Sheik he better reverse quick
We make him the first spliff
Niggas know where your pops live
Don't get sent to the [climbin'?] (Rrah, rrah)
[Outro: Ciggy Blacc]
Nigga
Let me see where the— (Gang, gang, gang)
Nigga, don't get sent where to God is (Rrah-rrah)
MANNING / 41 SHOTS was written by Humble Gz & TG Man & Waunny G & Ciggy Blacc & L.R (NYC Drill).
MANNING / 41 SHOTS was produced by 083Chee & Shah Major & Young Madz.
Humble Gz released MANNING / 41 SHOTS on Tue Aug 13 2024.