Spirit Bomb (Power Up Pt. 5) lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Big, yeah, yeah
Big homie Yayo, f*ck n*gga
I'm back, yeah
Gang sh*t n*gga, yeah

[Verse 1]
Big draco in the club, this ain't no deuce deuce, no
We want all the smoke, when it's beef it ain't no truce, no
All of my young n*ggas shoot
Carbon-15 knock him right out his boots
Pockets on fat, Bruce Bruce
Go Yayo boom god, f*ck n*gga who you?
Ooh, ooh, put a n*gga on the news
'Nother mama crying, say her son gone too soon
AR-15 on me shoot hoops
Yopper hit him, all they found was his shoe
Stupid ass n*gga tryna run off with my loot
Nah, that n*gga pus*y, little n*gga not my crew
HoodFame Gang, Glo Gang, free Boot
First 48, n*gga won't find a clue
Free Goon Papi b*tch, we murder for hobby
Take that girl and beat the b*tch like I'm bobby
Hundred round drum in my Audi
Wanna be HoodFame Gang, gotta go catch a body
Heard a f*ck n*gga say that I'm hiding
I'm in your hood every day, ridin' 'round with a tommy
Speak on Yayo, it's a homi
Why the f*ck I'ma run when it's killers behind me?
I got b*tches that'll go get the bread for me
YCN gang, they'll come get your head for me
All my n*ggas, we got stripes like it's ref on me
All my young n*ggas gon' step for me, step for me
Whole Southside gon' steal for me, kill me for me
Drill for me, pop up with sticks, leave you peeled for me
Got your baby mama servin' the pills for me
When I get rich, move my clique to the hills with me
f*ck that rap sh*t, I got rich off of juggs
Million dollars, take my gang out the hood
Yopper leave a n*gga bloody like Suge
Lil Greg got the thooka like wish a n*gga would
These f*ck n*ggas mad I took off like a rocket
Trapping forever, I'm never gon' stop it
Twenty thousand cash stuffed in my pocket
The plug need me, I'm the motherf*ckin' socket
[Interlude]
b*tch ass n*gga
Know what the f*ck goin' on n*gga
Big homie Yayo, b*tch n*gga
I'm back on that, f*ck a nick n*gga
What you talkin' about n*gga?
The f*ck you n*ggas claimin' you whoopin' me n*gga?
n*gga touch lil Yayo it's a first degree n*gga
The f*ck goin on n*gga?
f*ck all that opp sh*t n*gga
Gang, gang
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Big bank on me, leave a f*ck n*gga sh*t stank
Big K on me, leave a f*ck n*gga clique paint
Diamonds water water like a motherf*ckin' fish tank
I got that thing on me
I'm a real killer, these n*ggas can't hang with me
My young n*ggas stain for me
I say the word and they come get your brain for me
Man come get your chain from me
My young n*ggas geeking off red and off turtle
HoodFame USA go hard for that murder
These opp n*ggas talking, these n*ggas unheard of
That f*ck sh*t you talkin', ain't heard of that
Give a f*ck 'bout your clique, we'll pop up and murder that
If that n*gga survive, we gon' double back
Now he cryin', the fake boom want his brother back
[Outro]
pus*y ass n*gga
Real killer sh*t n*gga, ain't just G4E n*gga
You know how the f*ck we rockin' n*gga
All that opp sh*t get you smoked n*gga
We ain't playin' no more n*gga
f*ck all that rap sh*t n*gga, we gon' come kick your door n*gga and shoot your dead in your motherf*ckin' face n*gga
Tie your niece up and make you pay to get that b*tch back n*gga
f*ck you talkin' 'bout n*gga?
When it's beef with us, n*ggas hittin kids and all n*gga
Don't give a f*ck n*gga
Every time I tie a n*gga grandma up and slap the sh*t out her stupid ass n*gga
Ayy, I know you miss your mama n*gga
I'ma send you right to that b*tch n*gga, on gang
Real four twenty-one, 4E n*gga
Livin' legend