Yus Gz - On Hots Pt2
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{intro}
(yozora)
Like, graa! like, every opp shot
Like, smokin' all deads
Graa! graa!
(chorus)
Doak now them niggas is popped
Free flock, heard he shot
Shoot off the peg, hit his head then he drop
C-hii dead, yall ain't bending no blocks
He see the beam, got him duckin' his top
Dont run. throw a shot
Nazzy dead, jb was on fox
We gon' step, we ain't tryna box
Ooter go kuu, he gon' slide with the knocks
Fuck ek, and i'm smokin' ya pops
Do em' like yellow, tryna get the drop
Gbg doak, i'm on hots
Big top shotta, catch a o and he drop
I'm with scottie, she movin' too hot
I know ab the jet leave him dead off the wock
(versе)
Free rec, leave him strеtched
I see a boogie, bullets beam off his chest
I keep clicking till i go deaf
Big e4rah and it's still free x
He keep runnin' till he outta breath
Deuce five got kick, imma put it to test
Get to blitzing, gon' put him to rest
Free mr. shh, put a hole in his chest
Don't try to run, we gon' do em' like x
Leave him dead on the drill, that was big ebs
Bobby did bad, and he went out the best
He was yellin' out "ma!" when he went up the steps
E4rah and he didn't even step
I'm wit a vato, let's spin thru the spect
Try to run and i back out the tec
Bullets gon' hit em' from the right and the left
Brodie flick on the beam, get to blowin' like a ref
If you get it, i'm back, i ain't never left
I'm a demon, on bro imma step
Noah got kicked from the right to the left
Neck tap gang, now the pimp in distress
Diddy got bunned, send his ahh to the rest
Chii, charlie, nazzy, x (and they dead! pow! pow! pow!)
(chorus)
Doak now them niggas is popped
Free flock, heard he shot
Shoot off the peg, hit his head then he drop
C-hii dead, yall ain't bending no blocks
He see the beam, got him duckin' his top
Don't run. throw a shot
Nazzy dead, jb was on fox
We gon' step, ain't tryna box
Ooter go kuu, he gon' slide with the knocks
Fuck ek, and i'm smokin' ya pops
Do em' like yellow, tryna get the drop
Gbg doak, i'm on hots
Big top shotta, catch a o and he drop
I'm with scottie, she movin' too hot
I know ab the jet leave him dead off the wock
{intro}
(yozora)
Like, graa! like, every opp shot
Like, smokin' all deads
Graa! graa!
(chorus)
Doak now them niggas is popped
Free flock, heard he shot
Shoot off the peg, hit his head then he drop
C-hii dead, yall ain't bending no blocks
He see the beam, got him duckin' his top
Dont run. throw a shot
Nazzy dead, jb was on fox
We gon' step, we ain't tryna box
Ooter go kuu, he gon' slide with the knocks
Fuck ek, and i'm smokin' ya pops
Do em' like yellow, tryna get the drop
Gbg doak, i'm on hots
Big top shotta, catch a o and he drop
I'm with scottie, she movin' too hot
I know ab the jet leave him dead off the wock
(versе)
Free rec, leave him strеtched
I see a boogie, bullets beam off his chest
I keep clicking till i go deaf
Big e4rah and it's still free x
He keep runnin' till he outta breath
Deuce five got kick, imma put it to test
Get to blitzing, gon' put him to rest
Free mr. shh, put a hole in his chest
Don't try to run, we gon' do em' like x
Leave him dead on the drill, that was big ebs
Bobby did bad, and he went out the best
He was yellin' out "ma!" when he went up the steps
E4rah and he didn't even step
I'm wit a vato, let's spin thru the spect
Try to run and i back out the tec
Bullets gon' hit em' from the right and the left
Brodie flick on the beam, get to blowin' like a ref
If you get it, i'm back, i ain't never left
I'm a demon, on bro imma step
Noah got kicked from the right to the left
Neck tap gang, now the pimp in distress
Diddy got bunned, send his ahh to the rest
Chii, charlie, nazzy, x (and they dead! pow! pow! pow!)
(chorus)
Doak now them niggas is popped
Free flock, heard he shot
Shoot off the peg, hit his head then he drop
C-hii dead, yall ain't bending no blocks
He see the beam, got him duckin' his top
Don't run. throw a shot
Nazzy dead, jb was on fox
We gon' step, ain't tryna box
Ooter go kuu, he gon' slide with the knocks
Fuck ek, and i'm smokin' ya pops
Do em' like yellow, tryna get the drop
Gbg doak, i'm on hots
Big top shotta, catch a o and he drop
I'm with scottie, she movin' too hot
I know ab the jet leave him dead off the wock
