[Intro: Alistaire “Alex” McCalla] Help me, Lord help me And she looked up to the sky And she heard a voice reply When you cry, I cry I cry along with you When you smile, I smile I smile along with you
[Chorus: B Lovee] It get lit any weather Totin' berretta in sweater We catch a opp, we ain't lettin' up, like Catch a opp, we gon' wet 'em up I don't give a fuck nigga if it's up See him, I'ma up, hollows leave him stuck He got hit, I don't think it's enough Hit him once, that's enough If he trip, he get hit up, get sent wit' his friends They like, how I did it and did it again? Nigga, ain't no end, this ain't over trend Brodie gon' hop out and scorch him, he drenched
[Verse 1: Nas EBK] I lost mine, so I'm wit' it Catch a opp and send shots at his fitted On the trey, bitch, I'm different Start buggin', I'm shootin' like Pippen EBK, yeah he gifted They spot me and they get to dippin' They like, "Chill, boy, you different" On that block you be totin' that Smithin' Fifteen, started buggin' Sixteen, started dumpin' Seveteen, aimed for muffins Eighteen on to somethin' Yus Gz got to runnin' Chest shot ain't did nothin' Get back, stop the bluffin' New opp in the air and it's bussin'
[Verse 2: B Lovee] Its a war, pistol bussin' He got hit on a hop when he took it Nigga cappin', he be duckin' He be dissin' the block just for nothin' That boy cap in his rap Put the MAC to his back He gon' do what I say and I'm clappin' the strap She gon' do what I say when I clap from her back Like one false move, turn his ass into a pack
[Verse 3: Nas EBK] Got a baddie, she gon line it Rush the spot, get to flockin' Homicides, mamas cryin' With this chop', I'm on timin' Labels callin', I ain't signin' I'm with shooters, I ain't dyin' Found my lane, now I'm grindin' Hollows hit him, changin' climates I'm the shooter and I'm drivin' No remorse, bitch I'm slidin'
[Chorus: B Lovee] It get lit any weather Totin' berretta in sweater We catch a opp, we ain't lettin' up, like Catch a opp, we gon' wet 'em up I don't give a fuck nigga if it's up See him, I'ma up, hollows leave him stuck He got hit, I don't think it's enough Hit him once, that's enough If he trip, he get hit up, get sent wit' his friends They like, how I did it and did it again? Nigga, ain't no end, this ain't over trend Brodie gon' hop out and scorch him, he drenchedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.