Zay & Blake, Pt. 1

[Intro]
Wow

[Verse]
It was Zay and Blake, they was brothers, locked into the end
If you seen Blake, then you seen Zay, like they ken
If you seen Zay and Blake schedule, you think they were twins
If Zay had beef, like a DJ, Blake tryna spin
Niggas know Blake 'round the city, 'cause he love to get it in
He usually spread, squeeze, but he get lethal with his hands
Zay on the other-hand, was mellow, like to count bands
He love them clubs and them hoes, and kept a bitch that was a ten
And hе just bought a chain it was two times ten
They wеre young doing this shit, they were two times ten
Zay say, "Blake, I'm done doin' hand-to-hands"
Blake say, "Whatever you do Zay, then you know I'm in"
Zay say, "I got a plug, and them hoe things in"
Next thing you know, they were gettin' them hoe things in
This when shit got real, they had to get active in that field
It was some old niggas, on the South, swiping custo'
They don't know who they fuckin' with, 'cause Blake cutthroat
And Zay wanna see them niggas body on the flo'
Zay and Blake play it smart, they started spyin' on the lo'
Blake say, "When we know they every move, it's a go"
Zay say, "On God, you ain't gotta say no mo'"
Now they see they whip every Friday around four
Zay and Blake loaded up, they niggas in that minivan
They don't do no handguns, only Dracs' in that van
They pulled up in the South and they got real low
Zay say to Blake, "On God, nigga, I can't wait to blow"
Blake say, "On God, nigga, this shit on green, it's a go"
That clock tickin', it's gettin' closer to four
Niggas in the back gettin' nervous and they sweatin' on the lo'
Blake noticin' and he say, "Them niggas bitches on the lo'"
Zay say, "On the G, niggas on bitches on the lo', always talkin' that killer, talkin' to us, it's time to go"
It turn four, Blake like, "Where them niggas at bro?"
Zay like, "It's probably traffic, why them niggas movin' slow"
They gave 'em ten more minutes, it's 4:10 on the dot
Blake like, "It's like they skipped work, they still a no-show"
Next thing they know, an AMG come flyin' down the street
Two niggas, two chops, them bitches big as a tree
5.56s in they clips tryna put teddy bears on a tree
Zay and Blake get to clutchin', it's bullets everywhere in the street
One of the niggas in the back yell, "Them niggas hit me!"
Blake smashed off from the scene, on his way to the 'spital
Niggas in the back tryna make sure they nigga good
He say, "If I don't make it, make sure my kids and Mama good"
Zay in front seat, clutchin' on his heat
He keep yellin', "How the fuck I let these niggas do this to me?!"