ErrBody Shot lyrics

[Intro: RaqBaby]
Hah
Never gave a f*ck about your brother, n*gga, die
All fun and games 'til them drillers come outside, pop out the cut, fire

[Chorus: RaqBaby]
n*ggas broke, can't show a dub, but they always dissin' me
They know I'm the young n*gga that blew at bro, we keep it in the streets, huh
Caught him lackin', he ain't got no gun, why the f*ck you in the beef?
Got a sexy migo b*tch, she know how to move them bricks for me
Sent lil' bro 'nem on a two-man drill, slid through and all them n*ggas died
I can't kill them, I shoot they baby mama, make all them n*ggas cry
Been sayin' they got more pape' than us, man, all them n*ggas lyin'
Don't listen to the opps, they be off drugs, man, all them n*ggas fried

[Verse 1: RaqBaby]
Don't make me mad, like Kay Flock, everybody shot
We got exotic Glocks, we f*ck everybody box
We never gave a f*ck, we rock on everybody block
They can't throw no party, spin through and make everybody stop
These n*ggas scared, they know I'm a real killer
Know the opps' job hard as f*ck, they really hate to deal with us
She came in the house tryna f*ck, she still tryna pop this pill with us
n*gga know he ain't got no say so if he ain't in the field with us, mm

[Chorus: RaqBaby]
n*ggas broke, can't show a dub, but they always dissin' me
They know I'm the young n*gga that blew at bro, we keep it in the streets, huh
Caught him lackin', he ain't got no gun, why the f*ck you in the beef?
Got a sexy migo b*tch, she know how to move them bricks for me
Sent lil' bro 'nem on a two-man drill, slid through and all them n*ggas died
I can't kill them, I shoot they baby mama, make all them n*ggas cry
Been sayin' they got more pape' than us, man, all them n*ggas lyin'
Don't listen to the opps, they be off drugs, man, all them n*ggas fried
[Verse 2: GMO Stax]
All these n*ggas claim that they my opps and never sent a shot
All this sh*t be fun and games until a n*gga get dropped
sh*t I did in the streets, I could've died a thousand times
Either school or streets, I had to make my mind
Wasn't no turnin' back when I pick up that fire
Mama always told me I'm the problem child
Used to catch the bus 'cause I ain't have a ride
Tables do turn, b*tch, look at me now
Life gucci, Gucci'd down to the socks
Any b*tch I want, I can hit 'em now
Pockets full of money, I'm that n*gga now
Come outside, bring the whole trenches out
This sh*t automatic, switches on the Glock
That sh*t automatic, killin' all the opps
Gon' be the same n*gga 'til I'm in a box

[Outro: GMO Stax]
GMO