Church lyrics

[Intro]
Like, what?
Like, grah, grah
Ah

[Verse 1: Kenzo Balla & Rayy Balla]
If you scared, go to church
Grab a gun, put in work
He speak about shh, that boy up on a shirt
n*ggas, put his ass up in the dirt
We gon' hit 'em where it hurt
Ain't takin' no tag, b*tch, I'm boomin' it first
Off a Perc', masked up, tryna lurk
Adrenaline rush, I'm tryna go berzerk
Like, get up on him, you better not miss
Back out the chop and then empty the clip
Like, if he run, then he better not slip
'Cause I put that on bro, that that's gon' be a hit
That's gon' be a new opp in the spliff
When I step in the party, knocker on my hip
YGK, n*ggas never did sh*tLVK, spot a 10 then it's lit
Off the Yellow, I get sturdy
Spot an opp, then we gon' do 'em dirty
Whole lot of chops around, we never worried
n*ggas ain't Makk, they ballin' with no jersey
On the 5, I'm posted with a .30
So how you thinkin' you gon' hurt me?
We the demons, we ain't showin' mercy
And we ain't stoppin' 'til a n*gga buried
Step back, right leg, then kick
Left leg, kick, right leg
Then spin
Plus he ballin' out, don't need a gym
Hop out, send shots, we tryna catch a win
n*ggas runnin', duckin', when we bend
Opps know it get nasty every time we spin
Take a trip, now it's time to go sin
He with his mans, he get hit with his friend
5's on top, MB, DOA
Get the drop from a thot, now we spinnin' all day
Know a few opps that got hit in broad day
I ain't never do bad, what the f*ck they gon' say?
Hollow tips hit him and open his face
With the Dummy, go dummy, tryna up and spray
All my n*ggas got chops on they waist
Think you blitzin' on us, then you made a mistake
Off a twenty, I'm like who that?
They threw a lil' shot until we threw back
Rayy Balla with me, so that's two straps
Last n*gga ducked and got his boo clapped
We the Makks from the 5th, we too tact
And this .40 done flocked at a few Hatz
When you see me up, you better move back
I'm tryna turn a n*gga to a new pack
[Verse 2 : Ray Balla]
I won't miss when I spin
Flock out the whip, and walk up once again
Try to run, he got hit in his sh*t
I can't go out like shh, so I'm in my own whip
Smoke a cab, that n*gga did bad
Smoke on JB, now he dead in the past
Too official, I could never lack
Deuce twelve in the shoe, tryna catch me a Hat
Like tweakin', she throwin' it back
Glock on my waist, so I told her relax
But she fiendin', she shakin' her ass
Tryna take off her clothes 'cause she know I'm the Makk
Get back, we heavy on that
Sit back gang, the opps never get back
We don't play, we don't cap
I spot me an opp, he get turned to a pack
First shot, that boy was with God
Second shot took that boy right off the map
Dead opps, they all in the pack
Don't know who to chose, I'm like Rah-Rah or Mex
f*ck that, roll Lilah and Matt
So many deads, now let's talk on the facts
We ain't hidin', they know where we at
Come through this block once, you won't make it back
Spin through with the chop
He tried to run, but the n*gga got shot
Bad b*tch sent the drop
Watch how we pull up and clear out the spot
All I need is a Glock with the shots
Bet five n*ggas hit, when I back out the knock
Better run 'cause it's every opp shot
If you trip, then you done, you get beat with the Glock
They shot
We been buggin' and boomin', the reason they won't come outside
We slide, they hide
I'm tryna put me a shh in the sky
Real shh, I'm fried
Linkin' with opps and they all finna die
On the 5 with the rocks
Spot us an opp, then that boy gettin' dropped
[Outro]
Grah
Grah, grah, grah
Every op shot
Ah
Ah
MB, MB
Like, what?
Like, grah