Yus Gz - Warzone, Pt. 2
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{Intro: Yus Gz}
(They let Formosa on the track, bitch)
(Josh!)
Grah, grah, grah
Baow-baow (Ah)
{Chorus: Yus Gz}
This shit deeper than rap, man, this shit ain't no cap
Tryna push up on me, get him wacked (Baow, baow, baow)
Nazzy dead and y'all still ain't get back (Nazzy)
Reload and bend and we spinning right back (Baow-baow)
Like, I'ma ooter, just watch how I black
Back out the chop and niggas running laps
How many opps done got took off the map?
Bobby, Diddy, Charley got packed (Bobby)
Can't forgot about shh, he got hit in his back
Like, if he with his boo, get 'em clapped
Try to reach for my chain, he would never do that (Like, nah)
EBS demons, we gotta' move tact (EBS)
I been feignin' to catch me a pack
Eli a bitch, how you told? You a rat (You a rat)
Beat on his head, got 'em running like track
Like think bro not a ooter you smacked
{Verse 1: Yus Gz & 22Gz}
They like, “Yus, you the face of the Bronx”, that's a fact
Nigga, move, I'm tryna get niggas clapped
Nigga, boom, bullets gon' beat on his back
Nigga, zoom, I'm tryna run up the racks
Like, you don't know me so stop looking back
Don't panic, up it, then I double tap
Don't run, bro got the beam on his strap
Like, oh, he DOA? Cut off his tat
I'm a top three shotta better check the stats
Spin on my dollie, them niggas get clapped
Big gun got kick, they don't know what's attached
Don't run, he was running, he didn't look back
Red beam on the gun if that boy try to run
Up on his mommy and daddy and son (Sniper the Blixk')
{Verse 2: 22Gz}
Spinnin' through, it's just 22 and Yus
Stomach shot, nigga better get rushed
Head tap, you can see all the pus
My lil' stepper try hang out the truck
Soon as he lack, he in a pack
...spin through the back
I got like thirty shots up in this strap
Switch on the blick, when I squeeze, it go grrat
Click at his face, all you see was the splat
Gun in the river, we been movin' tact'
Brodie don't talk much, 'cause he do walk-ups
Spin through they jects, niggas better be cautious
We put a opp from the X then to the coffin
Heard he in Brooklyn, we tryna go off him
Ooters on go...
{Chorus: Yus Gz}
This shit deeper than rap, man, this shit ain't no cap
Tryna push up on me, get him wacked (Baow, baow, baow)
Nazzy dead and y'all still ain't get back (Nazzy)
Reload and bend and we spinning right back (Baow-baow)
Like, I'ma ooter, just watch how I black
Back out the chop and niggas running laps
How many opps done got took off the map?
Bobby, Diddy, Charley got packed (Bobby)
Can't forgot about shh, he got hit in his back
Like, if he with his boo, get 'em clapped
Try to reach for my chain, he would never do that (Like, nah)
EBS demons, we gotta' move tact (EBS)
I been feignin' to catch me a pack
Eli a bitch, how you told? You a rat (You a rat)
Beat on his head, got 'em running like track
Like think bro not a ooter you smacked
{Outro: Yus Gz}
Like, the face of the Bronx
Ah
{Intro: Yus Gz}
(They let Formosa on the track, bitch)
(Josh!)
Grah, grah, grah
Baow-baow (Ah)
{Chorus: Yus Gz}
This shit deeper than rap, man, this shit ain't no cap
Tryna push up on me, get him wacked (Baow, baow, baow)
Nazzy dead and y'all still ain't get back (Nazzy)
Reload and bend and we spinning right back (Baow-baow)
Like, I'ma ooter, just watch how I black
Back out the chop and niggas running laps
How many opps done got took off the map?
Bobby, Diddy, Charley got packed (Bobby)
Can't forgot about shh, he got hit in his back
Like, if he with his boo, get 'em clapped
Try to reach for my chain, he would never do that (Like, nah)
EBS demons, we gotta' move tact (EBS)
I been feignin' to catch me a pack
Eli a bitch, how you told? You a rat (You a rat)
Beat on his head, got 'em running like track
Like think bro not a ooter you smacked
{Verse 1: Yus Gz & 22Gz}
They like, “Yus, you the face of the Bronx”, that's a fact
Nigga, move, I'm tryna get niggas clapped
Nigga, boom, bullets gon' beat on his back
Nigga, zoom, I'm tryna run up the racks
Like, you don't know me so stop looking back
Don't panic, up it, then I double tap
Don't run, bro got the beam on his strap
Like, oh, he DOA? Cut off his tat
I'm a top three shotta better check the stats
Spin on my dollie, them niggas get clapped
Big gun got kick, they don't know what's attached
Don't run, he was running, he didn't look back
Red beam on the gun if that boy try to run
Up on his mommy and daddy and son (Sniper the Blixk')
{Verse 2: 22Gz}
Spinnin' through, it's just 22 and Yus
Stomach shot, nigga better get rushed
Head tap, you can see all the pus
My lil' stepper try hang out the truck
Soon as he lack, he in a pack
...spin through the back
I got like thirty shots up in this strap
Switch on the blick, when I squeeze, it go grrat
Click at his face, all you see was the splat
Gun in the river, we been movin' tact'
Brodie don't talk much, 'cause he do walk-ups
Spin through they jects, niggas better be cautious
We put a opp from the X then to the coffin
Heard he in Brooklyn, we tryna go off him
Ooters on go...
{Chorus: Yus Gz}
This shit deeper than rap, man, this shit ain't no cap
Tryna push up on me, get him wacked (Baow, baow, baow)
Nazzy dead and y'all still ain't get back (Nazzy)
Reload and bend and we spinning right back (Baow-baow)
Like, I'ma ooter, just watch how I black
Back out the chop and niggas running laps
How many opps done got took off the map?
Bobby, Diddy, Charley got packed (Bobby)
Can't forgot about shh, he got hit in his back
Like, if he with his boo, get 'em clapped
Try to reach for my chain, he would never do that (Like, nah)
EBS demons, we gotta' move tact (EBS)
I been feignin' to catch me a pack
Eli a bitch, how you told? You a rat (You a rat)
Beat on his head, got 'em running like track
Like think bro not a ooter you smacked
{Outro: Yus Gz}
Like, the face of the Bronx
Ah
