Yus Gz - Freddie No Jason
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{Intro: DJ Jah Walton & Yus Gz}
Elvis
Lickwood means "rewind" and gunshot means "forward" (J Perry on the track)
You requested it, so we rewind
Like
It's the face of the Bronx
Grrah
Aaah!
{Chorus}
New opp, heard they strained 'em
Face shot, they couldn't save 'em (Grrah-grah)
Beam on the chop, don't chase 'em (Like)
Like, don't run, we get em', bake 'em (Grrah-grah)
Flick on the beam, ain't no time to be wastin' (Grrah-grrah)
Hang out the V, I'm like Freddy, no Jason (Grrah)
Boom at his bitch, any time, any placеs
We give out figis, we hittin' facеs (Grrah-grah)
I'm still boomin' at niggas that say we don't gate shit, like (Grrah-grrah)
Niggas pussy, niggas plates (Grrah-grrah)
Pop out the cut (Shh), look at his face (Like)
Thirty-eight gang, he ain't leavin' no trace (Grrah-grrah)
Walk down gang, watch 'em pick up the pace (Nah)
Like, keep clickin', don't care about the jakes (Grrah-grrah)
PTSD got me walkin' with pain
I'ma throw it (I'ma dump on 'em), if I don't find me a way
{Verse 1: Yus Gz}
Like, Blitz, brodie gon' hop out the whip and just click (Keep clickin')
And keep runnin', I hope he don't trip (Grrah-grrah)
Three deep, we had to reverse the whip (Like)
Don't run, hop out with the beam on this hip (Grrah-grrah)
He see my face and start runnin' like Rick
On bro when I see him, get beat with the grip (Get beat with the)
On my dolo, I don't need a clique
Spin and I'm done and I'm changin' the fit
Like, bow-bow (Bow)
I'm tryna hit 'em, and hit 'em again
Like, bow-bow (Bow)
If we miss, you know we spinnin' again (Grrah-grrah)
I know brodie gon' flick, we pop out with sticks
We boomin' at him and his friend (Grrah-grrah)
Walk down gang, catch 'em and give me that chain
He dead? Then we gotta bend (No bend)
Grrah, creepin' through the opps (Creepin' through the)
Who that on that block? (Grrah-grrah)
Tryna catch a Flock
Dougie got hit and then he did a bop (Bop)
Throw the beam on em', all he just saw was a dot (Grrah-grrah)
Hit 'em and his bitch if he movin' wock
Like, roll down the window, there go the opps
Grrah, bow-bow-bow (Aaah!)
{Chorus}
New opp, heard they strained 'em
Face shot, they couldn't save 'em (Grrah-grrah)
Beam on the chop, don't chase 'em (Like)
Like, don't run, we get em', bake 'em (Grrah-grrah)
Flick on the beam, ain't no time to be wastin' (Grrah-grah)
Hang out the V, I'm like Freddy, no Jason (Grrah)
Boom at his bitch, any time, any places
We give out figis, we hittin' faces (Grrah-grah)
I'm still boomin' at niggas that say we don't gate shit, like
Niggas pussy, niggas plates (Niggas plates)
Pop out the cut (Shh), look at his face (Grrah-grrah)
Thirty-eight gang, he ain't leavin' no trace (Look at his face)
Walk down gang, watch 'em pick up the pace (Like)
Like, keep clickin', don't care about the jakes
PTSD got me walkin' with pain (Grrah)
I'ma throw it, if I don't find me a way (Grrah-grrah)
{Outro}
Every opp shot
EBS-EBS
{Intro: DJ Jah Walton & Yus Gz}
Elvis
Lickwood means "rewind" and gunshot means "forward" (J Perry on the track)
You requested it, so we rewind
Like
It's the face of the Bronx
Grrah
Aaah!
{Chorus}
New opp, heard they strained 'em
Face shot, they couldn't save 'em (Grrah-grah)
Beam on the chop, don't chase 'em (Like)
Like, don't run, we get em', bake 'em (Grrah-grah)
Flick on the beam, ain't no time to be wastin' (Grrah-grrah)
Hang out the V, I'm like Freddy, no Jason (Grrah)
Boom at his bitch, any time, any placеs
We give out figis, we hittin' facеs (Grrah-grah)
I'm still boomin' at niggas that say we don't gate shit, like (Grrah-grrah)
Niggas pussy, niggas plates (Grrah-grrah)
Pop out the cut (Shh), look at his face (Like)
Thirty-eight gang, he ain't leavin' no trace (Grrah-grrah)
Walk down gang, watch 'em pick up the pace (Nah)
Like, keep clickin', don't care about the jakes (Grrah-grrah)
PTSD got me walkin' with pain
I'ma throw it (I'ma dump on 'em), if I don't find me a way
{Verse 1: Yus Gz}
Like, Blitz, brodie gon' hop out the whip and just click (Keep clickin')
And keep runnin', I hope he don't trip (Grrah-grrah)
Three deep, we had to reverse the whip (Like)
Don't run, hop out with the beam on this hip (Grrah-grrah)
He see my face and start runnin' like Rick
On bro when I see him, get beat with the grip (Get beat with the)
On my dolo, I don't need a clique
Spin and I'm done and I'm changin' the fit
Like, bow-bow (Bow)
I'm tryna hit 'em, and hit 'em again
Like, bow-bow (Bow)
If we miss, you know we spinnin' again (Grrah-grrah)
I know brodie gon' flick, we pop out with sticks
We boomin' at him and his friend (Grrah-grrah)
Walk down gang, catch 'em and give me that chain
He dead? Then we gotta bend (No bend)
Grrah, creepin' through the opps (Creepin' through the)
Who that on that block? (Grrah-grrah)
Tryna catch a Flock
Dougie got hit and then he did a bop (Bop)
Throw the beam on em', all he just saw was a dot (Grrah-grrah)
Hit 'em and his bitch if he movin' wock
Like, roll down the window, there go the opps
Grrah, bow-bow-bow (Aaah!)
{Chorus}
New opp, heard they strained 'em
Face shot, they couldn't save 'em (Grrah-grrah)
Beam on the chop, don't chase 'em (Like)
Like, don't run, we get em', bake 'em (Grrah-grrah)
Flick on the beam, ain't no time to be wastin' (Grrah-grah)
Hang out the V, I'm like Freddy, no Jason (Grrah)
Boom at his bitch, any time, any places
We give out figis, we hittin' faces (Grrah-grah)
I'm still boomin' at niggas that say we don't gate shit, like
Niggas pussy, niggas plates (Niggas plates)
Pop out the cut (Shh), look at his face (Grrah-grrah)
Thirty-eight gang, he ain't leavin' no trace (Look at his face)
Walk down gang, watch 'em pick up the pace (Like)
Like, keep clickin', don't care about the jakes
PTSD got me walkin' with pain (Grrah)
I'ma throw it, if I don't find me a way (Grrah-grrah)
{Outro}
Every opp shot
EBS-EBS
