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[Intro: Assasin]
Grah, grah
Drilloholic-drilloholic-drilloholic
Look, like assasin
Ge-ge-get to the money-get to the money-get to the money
Look like, assasin
Look, wait

[Verse 1: Assasin]
Oh they wanna diss? Bet, like, we gon' do it again, who next?
Like, Jayripk got shot in his chest, dummy, you shoulda had on a vest
Like on the Sev where we do it the best, Where the O’s at? Them niggas ducking some rec
Like after this, yeah, they gon be upset, and if bro tryna spin then he meeting his death, Bitch
Lemme just go down a list, like JB got shot in his shit (JB)
He tried to run but he tripped, like and Naz was under the whip
Like, Doowop tried to reach for his blick, but sadly he wasn't that quick
Like, Caine tryna spin thru my strip, and Chii he dead cuz he talk with his dick, damn
Now we gon spin thru the courts, like they don't lack they get caught outta bounds
Blitz from the front we dont show no remorse, dissing my gun what you said he a bum
? and it came with some buns, Noah got kicked, he went under the ground
Like, Diddy got flocked down, And Yellow got popped in the face
Ahhhhhhh!
And I'm smoking on Dixe while I’m playing some dice, like 456 thats Marky
Bend thru McKinley, this shit is so easy, please don't go out like Benji
Bobby a bitch yeah he cry for his mommy, Notti a dick he went out just like Smelly
Mezzy a pack, mix it with Eddy, and Edot done shot himself in his fiji
Dead opps got me bussin' and shit like, move wock then I’m upping this shit like
And I ain't no Sweeper, bitch I’m the reaper, but imma still dance with my broom in this shit
Lola, we smoking that bitch, Like U.E., Butta, spliffed
Dougie, Shalim hit, Its like so many more in this list

[Bridge: Assasin and Jay5ive]
Grah grah boom
Ldot ldot
Grah
Better get out the
Grah grah
Skii
Grah grah
Skii
Grah grah grah grah
Fuck Ray Deady
Grah
Grah grah

[Verse 2: Jay5ive]
When I up my knock better get out the way
Got my broom when I bend like "we out to the Rey"
Fari shot, nigga hopping like Dre
I’m from Doulgass but I still got love for the 8
That's a Yagi, on bro I won't play
Shots to that boy if he jack DOA
Give a fuck 'bout a Dougie, I been smoking Blay
Like I bet you they freeze when I get on the may
Free squeeze, Mr. Up-In-Broad-Day
If a nigga try bluffing me he must be brave
B-Diddy did bad, bro throwing 8s
Buddy loving this pack cuz his mans in a grave
That's a O, make him pick up the pace
Put the beam on his back, why the fuck would I chase?
AhiiK, I get deady off Ray
Nigga moving like Edot, caught one to his brain
Like like, we out to the Nick, bro in my ear tryna tell me to flick
Like I think that's a opp lacking on the strip
Pole jammed up I'm bout to throw a fit
Arguing with bro cuz the pole wouldn't click
Bouta break the gun cuz the boy running Rick
Oh them niggas smoke who? I’m smoking Sha Glizz
Tryna get on that block but the D’s on my dick
Cblu, that nigga a vic
Bend through the Sev, tryna send him to RipK
OGzK, Sha EK done got hit
I got PTSD almost I flicked on bro whip