Strike Brew

Ayy, put that Glock up on his ass If I catch a opp, I'm bound to blow it

It's gon' be real bad, caught him at the school Them niggas ran, boy, they hella fast

He dissed on E4H, now he gon' die And, bitch, I stamp that (on gang)

I pop out with two guns, like I'm Pete But I'm double G

If they would've caught me at that mall, they would've been deceased

We beat that nigga up, down in the fleet, he disrespect D.B

I bang for K, you diss the gang, nigga, then you D.I.E

I heard you on my head, but I ain't dead, I still live on the West

And we're the ones who spin and hop out, getcha, put your ass to rest

How the fuck they dissin'? He got faced,go get your get back