(Hook 2x: Young Loc)
Wack a opp, back to the block
Now i'm smokin loud and im chillin
Give a f** 'bout who I just shot, boy I ain't go no feelings
I was brought up not to trust none, one false move gon' k** him
Call Rondo with that Glock 9, and them shots fired, no healin'
(Verse 1: Young Loc)
Imma chase that money, for the [?]
Red dots for them head shots, they leakin on his ceilin'
That ambulance come pick him up, and the [?] they can't heal em'
Watch em fade away, like MJ, them young boys be k**in'
And all my n***as go hard, it's Double R 600
My n***as crackin them cards, them young boys be gunnin'
We in and out of them cars, them risky n***as be stuntin'
Got bands all up on me, i'm throwin it, it ain't nothin'
Your b**h all on my dick, outta no where, all a sudden
She wanna n***a to hit, but n***a ain't no nothin
That codeine what I sip, extendos and them SK's, this revolver hold about six
There be a lot of shots fired your way
You can duck shells or get hit
CPDK, f** a brick
Its middle fingers to a snitch
Man up you a b**h
Stop flexin you ain't with the sh**s
Me and Rondo tote two nines[?], thats 6 shots, two clips
(Hook 2x: Young Loc)
Wack a opp, back to the block
Now i'm smokin loud and im chillin
Give a f** 'bout who I just shot, boy I ain't go no feelings
I was brought up not to trust none, one false move gon' k** him
Call Rondo with that Glock 9, and them shots fired, no healin'
(Verse 2: RondoNumbaNine)
Wack a Opp, back to the block
Load the mac up and go back
Make bullets rain you get whacked
We do walk ups with that tec
I f** with Double R, i'm double R so if you talking sh**, you dead
They say Rondo you up next, it's your year savage, no flex
Yeah I dump[?] through a check
And i'm a hot head with a lot of guns
We play for keeps, and k** for fun
My squad savage we ain't for none
Oh sh**, Rondo in that gangway
I'm gettin money where they g**n
In a fast car just switchin' lanes
And I got it all finessin'
Smokin' dope, and stackin', with my hand on my weapon
Who? Steve Drive, that's shots fired
I'm runnin' sh** no umpire, my b**h bad somethin' like Mariah
O-Ok, i'm in that range rover with my n***a Durk
If we see an opp, he on a shirt
Loc got the mac, he get hurt
Free D-Rose he in that jam, so for [?] i'm going ham
600 that's my fam
OTF!
(Hook 2x: Young Loc)
Wack a opp, back to the block
Now i'm smokin loud and im chillin
Give a f** 'bout who I just shot, boy I ain't go no feelings
I was brought up not to trust none, one false move gon' k** him
Call Rondo with that Glock 9, and them shots fired, no healin'