Smmbf (Feat. Nas Ebk)

Like, what? Grrah, grrah, boom
(Beat by Yamaica Productions, baby)
Every opp shot everything dead
Grrah grrah, grrah
Like, every opp shot grrah
Ah

Like, it's a new opp in a blunt
Nigga dead and he ain't gettin' up
Everything dead, all the opps know what's up
Spin, two V, tryna send that boy up

Catch EK, I'ma turn him to Runtz
Dubskii ran, got put in a blunt
EDot, he ran, got put in a trunk
If I spin through the back
I'ma leave through the front

And this nine come in clutch
Send shots to the spine, fuck him up
Breakin' her back, in her guts
I'm a get money Makk, that's a must

Like, two guns up like, what's up?
Like Giannis, I play for the Bucks
Better run, better duck
Catch me a Gzz and I'm sendin' him up

Spinnin' through Harlem, where the Oz?
Catch lil' D and I'm wipin' his nose
He can't duck with the beam on the scope
Bro do 'em like Lotti, we gon' get 'em poked

Yo, Kenzo, that's an O
Matter of fact, yeah, I'm uppin' the score
Back out the knocks, leave 'em froze
He tryna run, put the beam to his throat

I'm a Makk, but my brother a Loc
The Mexi, Dummy, and Lilah I smoke
I ain't playin', this shit ain't a joke
Last opp tried to duck and
Got hit in his throat

Gon' slide through that block, niggas know
Bitch, I'm extortin', niggas O
Bitch, I'm back and I'm better
Totin' that knocker, nigga
I flock through the sweater

On the scene, shit get tragic
Up the chop, let 'em have it
Ballin' out like a Maverick
Smokin' Nick and I ain't tryna pass it

Screamin' on Nick and I ain't tryna ash it
Get a knocker, why you lackin'?
Come through clappin', like, what happened?
Two guns up, 'bout that action

Fuck that chattin', bitch, I'm a savage
Cane in the dust, he turned to ashes
Tryna blitz me, I'ma get to clappin'
Opps wanna Ricky when I get to blastin'

Bitch, I'm with it, bitch, I'm different
And I'm shootin' like Jordan and Pippen
He tried to run, put the beam to his biscuit
Had to show them lil' niggas I'm gifted

Ayo, Nas, where the Gzz?
After the hit, we gon' spin through the Tzz
Yus got hit up again, like, please
Like, why you tryna diss JB?

Sha Gz ran on Lotti
Go get back, catch a body
Try to try me, it's a homi
Posted in your lobby with a shotty

Sha Gz got shot in his back
He ain't walkin' right now
Let's get into that
All these niggas keep on gettin' clapped
They lucky that they ain't get
Took off the map

Yus Gz got shot in his chest
And he can't even breathe
Tell that boy to relax
Lotti ran, got put in a pack
If I spin through the front
I'ma leave through the back

GBG baby, get it active
Keep a 380 up in traffic
You a dummy for thinkin' I'm lackin'
I spot an opp, I'ma pack him

Like, what happened? Come through blackin'
With this ratchet, I ain't cappin'
I'ma blast 'em, turn 'em to fraction
Bitch, I'm sinnin', 'bout that action

Ah dOA, DOA
Suck my dick gang, gang, gang
Like, go get back, nigga
Why niggas gettin' shot
Niggas wearin' fake drip?
Niggas know what the fuck goin' on ah