SMMBF lyrics

[Intro: Kenzo Balla]
Like, what?
Grrah, grrah, boom
(Beat by Yamaica Productions, baby)
Every opp shot
Everything dead
Grrah
Grrah, grrah
Like, every opp shot
Grrah
Ah

[Verse 1: Kenzo Balla]
Like, it's a new opp in a blunt
n*gga dead and he ain't gettin' up
Everything dead, all the opps know what's up
Spin, two V, tryna send that boy up

[Verse 2: Nas EBK]
Catch EK, I'ma turn him to Runtz
Dubskii ran, got put in a blunt
EDot, he ran, got put in a trunk
If I spin through the back, I'ma leave through the front

[Verse 3: Kenzo Balla]
And this nine come in clutch
Send shots to the spine, f*ck him up
Breakin' her back, in her guts
I'm a get money Makk, that's a must
[Verse 4: Nas EBK]
Like, two guns up
Like, what's up?
Like Giannis, I play for the Bucks
Better run, better duck
Catch me a Gzz and I'm sendin' him up

[Verse 5: Kenzo Balla]
Spinnin' through Harlem, where the Oz?
Catch lil' D and I'm wipin' his nose
He can't duck with the beam on the scope
Bro do 'em like Lotti, we gon' get 'em poked

[Verse 6: Nas EBK]
Yo, Kenzo, that's an O
Matter of fact, yeah, I'm uppin' the score
Back out the knocks, leave 'em froze
He tryna run, put the beam to his throat

[Verse 7: Kenzo Balla]
I'm a Makk, but my brother a Loc
The Mexi, Dummy, and Lilah I smoke
I ain't playin', this sh*t ain't a joke
Last opp tried to duck and got hit in his throat

[Verse 8: Nas EBK]
Gon' slide through that block, n*ggas know
b*tch, I'm extortin', n*ggas O
b*tch, I'm back and I'm better
Totin' that knocker, n*gga, I flock through the sweater
[Verse 9: Kenzo Balla]
On the scene, sh*t get tragic
Up the chop, let 'em have it
Ballin' out like a Maverick
Smokin' Nick and I ain't tryna pass it

[Verse 10: Nas EBK]
Screamin' on Nick and I ain't tryna ash it
Get a knocker, why you lackin'?
Come through clappin', like, what happened?
Two guns up, 'bout that action

[Verse 11: Kenzo Balla]
f*ck that chattin', b*tch, I'm a savage
Cane in the dust, he turned to ashes
Tryna blitz me, I'ma get to clappin'
Opps wanna Ricky when I get to blastin'

[Verse 12: Nas EBK]
b*tch, I'm with it, b*tch, I'm different
And I'm shootin' like Jordan and Pippen
He tried to run, put the beam to his biscuit
Had to show them lil' n*ggas I'm gifted

[Verse 13: Kenzo Balla]
Ayo, Nas, where the Gzz?
After the hit, we gon' spin through the Tzz
Yus got hit up again, like, please
Like, why you tryna diss JB?
[Verse 14: Nas EBK]
Sha Gz ran on Lotti
Go get back, catch a body
Try to try me, it's a homi
Posted in your lobby with a shotty

[Verse 15: Kenzo Balla]
Sha Gz got shot in his back
He ain't walkin' right now, let's get into that
All these n*ggas keep on gettin' clapped
They lucky that they ain't get took off the map

[Verse 16: Nas EBK]
Yus Gz got shot in his chest and he can't even breathe, tell that boy to relax
Lotti ran, got put in a pack
If I spin through the front, I'ma leave through the back

[Verse 17: Kenzo Balla]
GBG baby, get it active
Keep a 380 up in traffic
You a dummy for thinkin' I'm lackin'
I spot an opp, I'ma pack him

[Verse 18: Nas EBK]
Like, what happened? Come through blackin'
With this ratchet, I ain't cappin'
I'ma blast 'em, turn 'em to fraction
b*tch, I'm sinnin', 'bout that action

[Outro: Kenzo Balla]
Ah
DOA, DOA
Suck my di*k
Gang, gang, gang
Like, go get back, n*gga
Why n*ggas gettin' shot, n*ggas wearin' fake drip?
n*ggas know what the f*ck goin' on
Ah