No D&D

[Intro: Nesty Floxks]
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah (Ayo, suck my dick it's that Nesty Floxks nigga)
Like, gang in the-
(War's too nasty)
Like, gang in the-
We gon' spin to the bridge and leave him in the river (Trap Sho)

[Verse 1: Nesty Floxks]
Like gang in the spot, there is not no D&D (OYK)
Move tact, hop out you ain't seeing me
EverythingK and we smoking on Caine (Like what?)
See Keem, four shots to his brain
Like why would you put thirteen on a chain?
See a Flocka I'm ripping that chain
Like why would you put thirteen on a chain?
See a Flocka I'm ripping that chain
Like 5th to the Sev, that shit to my dick
Them niggas mad JB in the spliff
I could never lack for a bitch
Like, I know a opp who got beat with a stick
AJ, got beat with a brick
Like R.I.P Rev, used to beat on Rip
.32 gon' fuck up his hips
Like Bobby got hit couldn't get in his crib

[Verse 2: Ek DaOoter & Yus Gz]
Oh, they smoking on who? Don't run (Don't Run)
Brodie gon hop out thе back then dump (Grrah)
Nigga, everything dеad, so what?
You ain't smoking on James you ain't seeing this blunt
I'm with the Vatos we got all the guns
Push up on me nigga you getting slumped
Rappin' and clappin' this shit gettin fun
Brodie hop out the V, keep making them run
We don't fuck with no Apes we Makk
Off the rock you get left on your back
And when I'm on the opps, too tact
Sliding with Nesty they runnin' like track
Talkin' on Rah we aimin' at your cap
And for Dubski I'm letting it clap
Oh, that's a Flock, that's who? Off the choppa' take em off the map
But I'm still on the block, DieL's
See a opp and we giving them hell
Flock 'em and drop em we giving them shells
And if I get caught then I'm makin' a bail (Everything dead)
And they ballin' for who? That's cap, they ain't ballin' they just getting clapped (Grrah-grrah, like Grrah)
And they ballin' for who? That's cap, they ain't ballin' they just gettin clapped (JB)

[Verse 3: Yus Gz]
They like, "Yus got a Glock and go dumb off a bean"
Try to push up on me thats the way to get cleaned
JayRipK got shot in his chest and his knee (Grrah, Rippy)
I'm with 18, he gon' clear the whole scene
Like, pop out, .32 with a beam
Like Blay got popped, when he was a fiend
Like EBS goin dumb if I see ‘em, get cleaned
He got shots to the head we go do him like Keem

[Verse 4: ASSASIN]
Like, first things first, nigga, suck my dick
They chattin', they ain't never on shit
Smoking on Blay and we smoking on Rip'
Dougie chattin' like he ain't get hit
How many dead niggas in the spliff?
That's Bobby, Marky, Tank
We smoking dead niggas at the zip
That's Benji, Messi, JB (Grrah)

[Verse 5: Tripping Trapz]
Mr. Everything Dead reverse, start spinning I stay with the lead
They know what I do when I upped it they fled
[?] was hot he got shot in the leg (He got shot in the leg)
I catch me a Flocka he shot
I don't wanna talk he meeting the Glock
Fuck all the views, I'm spinnin the block
Don't end up like Rip he got put in the box
And we up to the dub
Nigga, every opp shot
If I catch me a, shh, I'm making it hot (Ewok)
The bitches they love us they giving the drop
You think that you fucking then you getting shot

[Bridge: Lee Drilly]
Grrah, grrah, grrah, boom
(94Gz no Gz like these you heard, jack Bs, jack bigger B's, drop my shit we gon' let it squeeze)
Look, look, Lee Drilly

[Verse 6: Lee Drilly]
Look, it's a whole lot of opps I could pop (like what?)
But I'd rather just pop me a Yellow (graah, graah, boom)
It's a whole lot of opps I done shot
I just get to clappin' like it's ghetto
And he said I ain't ever did shit (Like how?)
And he said I never caught a hit (Like what?)
And he said I ain't never get back (Ok)
Gun him down and show that boy the facts (On bro)
Dummy gang, he get put on the poster
Lil' Locc he went out just like Noah
We been rollin' up most of them Rollaz
Couple niggas seen me and they fold up
Gotti and that nigga froze up
PJ Balla seen me and he froze up
Seen Blockwork in the stu' and he froze up (Blockwork!)
Would've shot him if he threw a O up (OYK)
I'm just different can't fuck with no smuttie, cuz’
All these bitches tryna line the bunnies up
I can't wait till I run into Buddy Love (B-Lovve)
No gun, I might just I have to fuck 'em up (Beat 'em, beat 'em)
Know a bunch of niggas know my muddies but
I be spinnin' they side to the sun is up
If I catch a OY, I'ma done 'em up
Send 'em to Caine like, "Welcome to the Country club"
It's a opp right there boom, look
And no we don't follow no rule books (At all, At all like what?)
All my bitches tell me that I'm smooth look
Get in the pussy, bust move, look
How they making music we had you shook
And them DR’s lookin cool look (Blockwork)
Catch Keem I shoot look
And his mans and ‘em gon be like "Move Look"

[Bridge: Lee Drilly]
They be shopping at CNC
That's why niggas can't beef with me (At all)
How they talking on D&D? (Like what?)
Dougz, Yellow, RB (Oh my—)
Ball player like, B Diddy (B Did— He dead, he dead)
And it's the free MB (MB, Free MB)
3rdSideK, I be smoking on Bobby
Stuck in 80 while I'm screaming, "Mommy"

[Outro: Nesty Floxks, Lee Drilly & Ek Da Ooter]
Oh, my God it's that Lee Drilly nigga ya heard drop before up it free the guys till I see the guys smokin' everybody
(Hol' on, Hol' on, Hol' on, smoking Sha Ek's father)
(Smoking everybody)
Yo, it's that Ek nigga man, nigga, everything dead nigga, smoking all deads nigga, everything dead