Reach

[Intro: Headtap Gz]
Like what, like what, Heady
Headtap, Headtap
Niggas know what we on, man
Grrah, grrah, grrah

[Verse 1: Headtap Gz]
You reach, I teach
Rule number one, no bluffin’ in these streets
Can’t let these niggas take me for no dweeb
Walkin’ through they Pz, totin’ thirty-three
Baby, I’m back on that hot shit
I keep knockings the size of a rocket
And I won’t hesitate to up and floxk it
Talkin’ on bro, y’all niggas need to stop it
Three deep right in front of your larkin
If he jack the Prime then we gon’ park him
Lots on no scary timin', it's just a walk in
I tell Judah throw, I see him stalkin’
It’s like forty shots if they like spark shit
Said I’m back on that hot shit, nigga
So that means that I’m locked in, nigga
We get the drop then on bro we gon’ pop that nigga
In front of your crib, like, where niggas at?
Me and Blacks gon’ hop out, attack
Tryna pack a nigga jackin’ Hat
26 been shot, word to my flag
We tryna drench a nigga then smoke gas
They made jokes, reflect on the past
I catch a Billy I do him like-
Fuck all the Babiez, can’t wait to see Ciggy
I got the drop from this treesh in the 50z
And she settin’ drop on the 50z, tell ‘em get with me
I cannot fuck with the opps ‘cause they always rat on my block, y'all niggas is cop
Sosa extended the chop, the first one we see on that block, unlimited shots
Boom, spaghetti, aimin’ the knock at his head, his tomb is ready
I’m the one they call for situations
I call Baby Khay and he gon’ bake ‘em
We send seven shots then we gon’ chase him
You cannot run from this beam it’s a laser
How he thought that his mother could save him?
We throw four more then we erase ‘em
Free all the goons on the Island with razors
D’z tryna chase us, and catch a vacation

[Verse 2: Mori Briscoe]
He dropped a song called “Slide”, that’s somethin’ that he didn’t do, damn
Tell Waunny to get out the stu’
Like, we in Koney and we tryna hoop
Like, when Slime died he didn’t shoot
How the fuck niggas mentionin’ Lo?
When bro died we got the wheels, fuck a troop
We be slidin’ like roller blades do
Free Gbaby got locked with the move
Too slimy, it ain’t for no reason
Backdoor open that’s how we gon’ keep it
Fazo G had the G in his vid’, but when he got shot guess he didn’t keep it
D Glizz said he smokin’ his dead and they didn’t do nothin’ guess they didn’t peep it
Like, Dior, Slime, Tony, Jack, so many dead niggas they grievin’
He ain’t Usain they boltin' away, but I’ll flick him down if he tryna push up
We puttin’ switches on g-locks, throwin’ some shit that’s gon’ wake the whole hood up
I’ma creep with my mask do it proper, walk down gang, no Biggie, who shot ya?
Number 7 that boy an imposter
I bet I call the 0’s and they gon’ floxk them

[Verse 3: Wal Blixk]
I’ma start like this, first you never hang out the whip
Walk up the block, I’m tryna floxk
Bet we gon’ throw mad shots at the Rips, hold on
Rico went out like a dick, new opp just died gotta add to the list
He jackin’ Sterling he gettin’ this switch
Said we smokin’ on Ty, nigga, top of the six
Hold on, look, I’ma come clean
Ty Flex know what we did on the B
And Tazzo, that nigga fast on his feet
He be smokin’ on bro but it’s not what it seems
Giggs got shot, what’s one times three?
Three times, I know his body felt weak
Oh my god, what happened to Lee?
Heard the Billies did bad two times in a week
Look, everywhere that I go is oppy
If you run up, you die, wallahi
I’ma spin through the B with choppy’s
See Humble Gz get left in that lobby
1120, come out that lobby
Like, free twin, he went dumb with the deuce
They know he always stay right beside me
Spinnin’ on Bev it’s about to get homi’
I get low when I go on a drill
When Lo Bands died I barely spoke
I get wheels when I drive through the 5
And I still don’t care if they jackin’ my bro
Nigga, it’s slow
You cannot chill, you ain’t lootin’ for Lo
On bro, y’all niggas better get low
You can get shot if you think it’s a joke
I’m shootin’ at anything droppin’ my Folk

[Verse 4: Jay6ixx]
Hop out the V, walk up, start dumpin’
My niggas not for discussion
Big knock, can’t slip
Big G3, I’m aimin’ for your muffin
When you see me in person you not really with it
Masked up, I’m not for the bluffin’, like
Call Lul Keem, we out to the B
Niggas talkin’, they never on nothin’
I had him runnin’ and duckin’ his top
Two demons bendin’ through that block
Hollows dumpin’, aimin’ for his shh
Like, that’s a Billy in a box
Free the bros, I love ‘em a lot
Hand phones, can’t trust no thot
Like, MB on the wheels he diggin’
Four knocks in the V, only stoppin’ for cops
Said I’m back on that drill shit
It ain’t no competition I’m back on that kill shit
Like, Giggs got shot three times
On bro, I’m about to tell you some real shit
When I bend through that block they gon’ feel this
Niggas ootin’, they hittin’ civilians
Like, .40 on me, get to barkin’ and shit
EF sides, you know where real is