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[Intro]
Bow bow
Bow bow bow
Gang, free the Shiest
Know how the fuck we rocking
Die Sev

[Chorus]
I'm on the Bet, tryna hop out
Try to spin through my block, get shot down
Cops out, don't give a fuck get shot down
Like I'm die 7 you know that I drop that
Screw came home, all these bitches on cock now
I tote a .30 ain't toting on ten rounds
This shit immune, and I like how this M sound
I'm 'bout to blow up, tryna run up a M now
This meeting my .40 you meet
ShiestyFN, we the talk of the streets
I cannot lack, I'ma keep it with me
Like, I got me some opps too fast on they feet
Like, I smoke too much Duty ain't using my feet
I like dissing the dead, I be smoking deceased
It be me and my lamb when I post on the B
Got hit in his leg and ain't spin through the B
No get back
[Verse]
Chop caught a opp pushed his shit back
Fuck that tryna push me a whip back
Never outside, so they post where he live at?
These niggas be bluffing just rap and don't live that
Like that shit untucked so we pop, where the keys at
Big 103, Wvttz, ona G bitch I be that
[?] don't wanna be that
Like we got some shit and you don't wanna meet that
We got some shit that'll take out a roof
We spin out in trucks turn that shit to a coupe
Big .47 make a nigga go, poof
Nigga you better bend when my Shiesty's come through
Pop a cat of the hell Yeah I like how they vroom
Bighead, Duty fill the whole room
S3 macked, what the fuck was he doing?
My driver Lil Pacc he know what he doing
My ooter BG, no question he shooting
GSmash he a demon my lil bruh a [?]
Ain't trusting these bitches these bitches be choosing
Ain't cuffing no bitch got me linking [?]
Smoking your mans I be frying I'ma face that
Dissing on bro you get shot we don't play that
Why Speedy keep dissing? Like, "Nigga, go get back"
[?] guarantee we gone spin that
187, don't fuck with no cops
[?] came with a Glock
His bitch like how I beat up the box
Keep a stick you get hit let me catch me a opp
This a G63 I'm gon' beat up the block
Fuck a lil G2C I like toting on Glocks
Ain't tryna box give me a wop
And I stay in some shit I don't know why they hot
Every day on the B nigga we do not hide
[?] we tryna drop
[?] fuck it then we gone slide
We ain't shooting at windows we walking inside
Shit moving fishy I blow up that ride
They don't do shit for brodie they get high and just cry
Dada keep dissing nigga go slide
Dada keep dissing nigga go slide
[Chorus]
I'm on the Bet, tryna hop out
Try to spin through my block, get shot down
Cops out, don't give a fuck get shot down
Like I'm die 7 you know that I drop that
Screw came home, all these bitches on cock now
I tote a .30 ain't toting on ten rounds
This shit immune, and I like how this M sound
I'm 'bout to blow up, tryna run up a M now
This meeting my .40 you meet
ShiestyFN, we the talk of the streets
I cannot lack, I'ma keep it with me
Like, I got me some opps too fast on they feet
Like, I smoke too much Duty ain't using my feet
I like dissing the dead, I be smoking deceased
It be me and my lamb when I post on the B
Got hit in his leg and ain't spin through the B
No get back