WORD 2 BRO

[Intro]
Grah, Boom Block
It's that J Pistol nigga, man
Drop my A, I'm takin' 6ix of y'all
Mr. "Smack him with the choppa 'fore I boom him"
Boomblock

[Chorus: J Pistol]
When I pop out, they run
Like, rule number 1: gotta walk with my gun
No, I can't lack, won't run
Bitch, I gotta keep it, I'm the only son
Bitch, I be geekin', I be goin' dumb
Once I start squeezin', I'mma get it done
She just gon' eat a nigga 'til he numb
Get lined by a treesh, nigga, is you dumb?

[Verse: Yavi DG]
Yo bro, let's spin, you know I'mma spin
You throw, I throw, we throw more than six
You click, I click, get low with the stick
We both take trips if that nigga hit
We don't say shit, I could never switch
Like, big 6-8 tote 8, throw 6
Save 2 more shots for him and his bitch
We gon' reverse the whip just to make sure he hit
Don't run, don't trip when you spin through my strip
Throw the keys to my bitch when I hop out the whip
Double clutch on the knocka when I up the 5th
Throw a opp of the bridge and watch him tryna swim
Watch them hollows start rainin' from the 40 clip
Watch them opp niggas duckin, now they runnin' Rick
Got a scope on the blick, I'mma look in this bitch
When I up, better dip, put the beam on his chin

[Bridge]
Grah grah, grrrah
RIP AJ, RIP Boom

[Verse 2: Yavi DG]
Bitch I came up from none
Bitch, I came from the dirt, I got it out the mud
Send 2-3 shots out the [?], make him run
Big 4-5 on my hip, get it done
I might catch me a body and go on the run
He got shot in his stomach, now he feelin-
I told bro, "Stay on 50"
Catch a [?], bullets beat on his chest, [?] goin' dumb
We like Bobby and Whitney, on the run
I be swervin' through lanes while she holdin' my gun
I'm the king of my city, number one
Can't forget all the shit that I done
Like Giannis, let's keep it a buck
Let's be honest, you don't own a gun
On P.O. with a chop 'cause I don't give a fuck
Hollows cookin' shit up, bullets hot like the sun
Poled up on foot, had to hop on the bus
I maneuver through crowds, hit a car when I clutch
Take a trip by my doley, it's just me and my gun
I told bro, "Hit whoever, I don't care which one"
25 pocket rocket, that's a tiny gun
Bullets up through his body every time he run

[Verse 3: J Pistol]
Throw a shot, he duck
Get up with him, lil nigga, don't run
Big ass gun in the trunk
Run up on me, get put in a blunt
Which one? Don't front
Make her suck it 'til a nigga cum
Keep on point, gotta keep my gun
I ain't start clickin' if I ain't feelin' numb
Brodie start glitchin', hittin' everyone
When I say spot 'em, gotta get 'em gone
First nigga play, now the glizzy drawn
Keep my name out your fuckin' songs
Big ass hammer, wave it like I'm Thor
Send four shots, hoppin' out the Ford

[Bridge: J Pistol]
Send four shots, hoppin' out the Ford
Big ass hammer, wave it like I'm Thor
Keep my name out your fuckin' songs
First nigga play, now the glizzy drawn

[Chorus: J Pistol]
When I pop out, they run
Like, rule number 1: gotta walk with my gun
No, I can't lack, won't run
Bitch, I gotta keep it, I'm the only son
Bitch, I be geekin', I be goin' dumb
Once I start squeezin', I'mma get it done
She just gon' eat a nigga 'til he numb
Get lined by a treesh, nigga, is you dumb?

[Outro]
Grah grah, hop out, grah grah