Impact

Yeah (Dubba-AA flexin’)
Grah da da da (Ceddy Bo on the track)
Oh, yeah, grah da da da (This is the sound)

We kill ‘em all when we ride
(Kill ‘em all when we ride)
Thug alibi till I die (Alibi till I die)
By any means in gon’ survive
(By any means I’m gon’ survive)
We tore them choppas when we slide
Look, you get caught slippin’, then get kilit
That’s how it’s ‘sposed to be, nigga
Spoke on my momma, I ain’t wan’ talk
I end up killin’ a nigga
You just don’t know I’m full of pain
But they ain’t feelin’ me nigga
I ain’t no hoe, that’s on my son
It ain’t no TIP in me, nigga
Say you want smoke, bitch, I’m ‘bout it
We hit yo’ block, we ain’t stoppin’
All of my niggas ‘bout drama
If it’s a problem, wе poppin’
Shot in his head with a 40
Dave got hit with a choppa
That nigga diss me, now hе six feet
Give a fuck what they
My grandma dead, my uncle dead
So half my family, they gone
I’ll never let you step on me
So I’ma spin right around
So when I catch you
I’ma stretch you since you thuggin’ on songs
And I don’t wanna hurt nobody, please
Leave me alone
That impact from that choppa spittin’
End up bustin yo’ dome
I say my prayers and tote my fire
Everyday I ride ‘round
I went to trial, head high
Ready for the lay down
But now it’s time to make it right
Since I’m headed back home
And I, got a plan for niggas plottin’ on me
And I, I keep a gun
It ain’t no steppin’ on me and I
Drop that bag when they say they want beef
I pray to Lord my soul to keep
We puttin’ you bitches to sleep, yeah
I sip the lean while all my
Niggas around me smokin’ on Gonja
I catch a body, tell nobody
Keep that shit on the under
Got fifty shots up in this 40
Choppa hold a whole hunnit
And once I shoot, I ain’t gon’ miss
It ain’t no sense up in runnin’
He got a pipe long, get hit with this spider
It go ba ra ta, when I shoot that choppa
I’m screamin’ "Long range" ridin’
Round with that rifle
Keep that tool, boy, rude boy, top shotta
Strapped up with that tech, he bet’ not flex
I got it on me
Shoot above his neck, he disrespect
Don’t run up on me body full of stress
I’m goin’ through it by my lonely
Screaming out "Who next?" while you
Niggas won’t get no sleep
Got me like oh, won’t sell my soul
Hold my own i’ma die, yeah I know
Got me like oh, they gon’ remember
Who apply pressure when I’m gone, woah

Big money, big money, who wan’ fuck with us?
All you bitches all you bitches
Bang