WHO DAT ? (ACT BAD)

[Intro: Kenzo Balla]
Like, what?
(Yo, Jay, how you feel about this one?)
Ah
Every opp shot, everything dead
Like, what?
Grrah
Like, 5z on top
Every opp shot
Ah

[Verse 1: Kenzo Balla & Cito Blick]
Me and Blick two deep, creepin' on they block (Creepin' on they block)
Tryna kill a Drilly, put 'em in a box (Put 'em in a box)
Deuce 5th stay in my sock (It stay in my sock)
The last nigga died 'cause he ain't have his knock
If he run and he trip, then he shot
Yellow tapes surroundin' the block
It's a DOA party, everything shot (Like, everything shot)
Like, free Kay Flock, but he still on top
And I got a lil' bad bitch jackin' Hat (Yeah, she jackin' Hat)
Tryna pull up, where a nigga at?
Like, I said, "Fuck it, like, gotta move tact'" (Grrah)
Got a thirty clip hangin' right out my back (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Niggas know I'm thе Makk, so I gotta move tact'
In the telly, I'm brеakin' her back
She gave me the drop, now niggas in a pack
Just popped three Yerkys, I'm smacked (Ah)
And I got two bottles in the back
Since he's runnin', let us run a track
Like, Kenzo go first, like, I go last
Like, it don't even matter, we breakin' her back (We breakin' her back)
Don't sip no liquor, just Ac'
Big knock on my body, can't lack
Two bad bitches tryna act bad
She wanna fuck, we headed to the back (Ah)

[Verse 2: Kenzo Balla & Cito Blick]
Don't run, turn around, take that shit
She scratchin' me up, she can't take this dick
And I love when she taste that shit
Like, arch it, let me just break that shit
And I'm sippin' on Wock', I don't sip no Tris, like
Pour me a sixth and just mix that shit
Like, bad lil' bitch tryna eat up the dick
Like, I'm young and I'm lit tryna get in her ribs
Free 5th to the Sev, niggas doin' the bid
These niggas really don't rap what they live
Beat it up, I'm all up in her ribs
And I'm pullin' out 'cause she can't have my kid
Like, I'm the big Makk with the Cig (Ewok)
The big get back, niggas know what it is
If they try to run up, I'm blowin' that shit
Always ten in the chop, then I'm throwin' that shit (Ah), like

[Verse 3: Cito Blick & Kenzo Balla]
Off a Xanny, totin' a knock
Like, spinnin' through doley, I'm tryna throw shots
Me and Kenzo, two deep, two knocks
Don't be takin' that trip, we don't need no ride
Yus Gz whole chest shot, how he survive? (Like, how he survive?)
Like, droppin' the O, droppin' the Y
Talkin' on Mezzy, who ready to die?
Like, don't get shot tryna spin through the 5
And where ever I'm at, I'ma flock
Me and Blick keep bendin', two chops
We gon' spin through that block, they don't know who shot
Nigga, every opp shot 'til we make a new opp
Last opp went out, suicide
Niggas havin' the person check up on your guys
He got shot in his head, how the fuck he alive? (Like, what?)
I don't know how the fuck he survive
Mixin' up G Pop, with the Fry
Like, y'all gotta be stupid, talkin' on the guys
Like, spinnin' through Douglass, one knock
Got a drop from a bitch, so niggas better hide, like
5th to the Sev, only demons survive
Beam on the gun, up at his eye
Body gon' drop, know that he died
New opp in the air, like, it's time to get high

[Verse 4: Kenzo Balla & Cito Blick]
If he miss, then you know my 5 spinnin' back
Tryna leave a opp where he at
Fro, G Pop, Fries, and mix it with the Makk (Ewok)
Hollow tip bullets leave a nigga flat
I'm from the 5, so you know I can't lack (At all)
Lot of opps died, we could get into that
Yo, Blick, who that lookin' back?
Put the beam on that nigga up, and let it clap
Like, I'm uppin' it first I'm not uppin it back
Tryna flock me a Drilly, leave him on his back
Free PDot, free Keme, like, free Nicky, need 'em back
Like, Blick in the cut, I ain't totin' on that
Tryna push up on me, you ain't makin' it back
From the 5th to the Sev, can't lack
Like, one in the head, all black

[Outro: Kenzo Balla]
Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom
Every opp shot
Like, ah
Like, what? Grrah
5z on top, every opp shot, grrah
What the fuck?
Grrah, grrah, ah