PDL lyrics

[Intro]
Like What?
MB n*gga, We Makk Balla
(hmm, nah turn that up youngmadzz)
Every Opp Shot, Everything Dead, like AAH!

[Chorus]
We on the Gates and if he at the light
When we spinning we gon’ do it right
Black mask, black gloves, keep me outta sight
Get to clicking this sh*t ain’t for the hype
Smoking Rah with the Dubs when I’m feeling nice
n*gga got left he wasn’t moving right
Oh he talking for PDL that’s what I like
‘Til a n*gga fighting for his life
And I really don’t gotta front, like
‘Cause I really do what I want
I bet that lil n*gga tryna pull his thumb out
Watch me back out my switch and try to send him up
He thought we ain’t seen him but he outta luck
If you f*ck with the opps these shots don’t give a f*ck
And I promise I never lack I keep it tucked
Hollow tips they gon’ hit him, leave that n*gga stuck

[Verse 1]
Givin' out head taps, no duck-duck-goose
One call and my Makks on the loose
Tryna catch us a Jet and knock him out his shoes
Flock him down in the whip to knock him out his boots
.45, big knock, .38, deuce-deuce
That’s the knockers that I like to shoot
Who the f*ck is these n*ggas cappin' in the booth?
They can’t say nothing 'bout me, they know what I do
On the town with Jackie movin' tact'
I’m on Douglass, where they f*ck they at?
If I see he tryna creep then watch me double back
Ima click and delete then watch me double tap
Know some n*ggas that was dropping Makk
When we started blitzing n*ggas not on that
n*ggas singing the opps like it won’t get them clapped
Better watch what I say they tryna get me wrapped
Like wait, who that in the street?
Get the V, boy fast on his feet
Hop out, click, get back in the V
Smoking Trench, just ash it and pass it to me
5 block, GBG, b*tch we blasting for free
Bu-bugging and booming with accuracy
MDot he got hit that’s a Hat in a spliff
When we spin we be causing casualties
Like wait, that’s a Jet he in front of the Gates
Spongey up the knocker, hit him in his face
Ion care, Ima flock broad day
Tryna catch me a n*gga jacking MBK
Hopping out 3 Makk’s in the 8
You a b*tch and you better get up out the way
Cuzzy spinning putting in that pain
Tryna send a n*gga up to Wayne
And these n*ggas not smoking JB
They not on that time when they run into me
‘Cause they know Ima up it and squeeze
Like, we ready to blitz don’t get get put on a tee
Me and Rayy we bending thru they p’z
Tryna catch us a O and leave him on the scene
f*ck a leg I’m aiming for the bean
These shots leave him woozy like he sipping lean, like
Caine, Nay, Fries, Crunch
b*tch I’m big EBK if it’s up leave it stuck
Lotti, Notti, Dotty, punch
b*tch I’m big EOS don’t get put in a blunt
Caine, Nay, Fries, Crunch
b*tch I’m big EBK if it’s up leave it stuck
Lotti, Notti, Dotty, punch
b*tch I’m big EOS don’t get put in a blunt
[Chorus]
We on the Gates and if he at the light
When we spinning we gon’ do it right
Black mask, black gloves, keep me outta sight
Get to clicking this sh*t ain’t for the hype
Smoking Rah with the Dubs when I’m feeling nice
n*gga got left he wasn’t moving right
Oh he talking for PDL that’s what I like
‘Til a n*gga fighting for his life
And I really don’t gotta front, like
‘Cause I really do what I want
I bet that lil n*gga trynna pull his thumb out
Watch me back out my switch and try to send him up
He thought we ain’t seen him but he outta luck
If you f*ck with the opps these shots don’t give a f*ck
And I promise I never lack I keep it tucked
Hollow tips they gon’ hit him, leave that n*gga stuck

[Outro]
Grah, Grah Grah Boom
Every Opp Shot. AAH
Like AAH, Like What
WTF, Grah, AHH
Every Opp Shot, Grah