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[Intro: Wavy Navy Pooh]
Ayy
These n*ggas know how we rockin', man
(Ayy, Heavy, turn the beat up, though)
Whole lotta sub sh*t, no scrub sh*t, n*gga
Ayy, we gettin' big bucks on this side, f*ckboy
Ayy, ayy
MK, get that sh*t up there (Wavy)

[Chorus: Wavy Navy Pooh]
I swear it hurt me in my heart, my city want me gone (Want me gone)
But all the kids still scream my name, seem like they want me on (Ayy)
A body drop off in my city, they gon' scream my name (You understand me?)
Them crackers lock me in that dungeon, I can't scream a thing (Nah)
The type of time I'm on, it's time to get your name lit (Fah-fah-fah)
Y'all slid, but yеah, we doubled back, we on that samе sh*t (Grrah-bah-bah-bah)
Them pussies killed my n*gga Josh, damn, I feel tears comin' (Long live Black)
See, you can slide and handle up, but shooters still comin'

[Verse 1: Wavy Navy Pooh]
Harder in the mirror, but still takin' losses, yeah, you know that's what I go through (In the mirror)
I tell my shooter walk up, approach you, you know it's easy to smoke you (Let's get it)
I can't just let you walk up, approach me, I know these jits wanna smoke me (Nah)
I know some jits who eager to blow me and them jits do not know me (f*ck 'em)
And I just ran up a bag, I know they mad as hell (Ayy)
I tried to run down on that n*gga, but he fast as hell (Fah-fah-fah-fah)
And when I catch that n*gga, best believe it's six shots in his liver (Ayy)
Even though I like to chop 'em up and put 'em in the river (f*ckboy)
When it get cold, these n*ggas shiver (f*ckboy)
I'm the type of n*gga handle up on them drills, I deliver (f*ckboy)
If I ain't slidin', then you know I call up Get 'Em Gone (Ayy)
Then he gon' cut through and put one off in that n*gga dome
[Chorus: Wavy Navy Pooh]
I swear it hurt me in my heart, my city want me gone (You understand me?)
But all the kids still scream my name, seem like they want me on (Let's get it)
A body drop off in my city, they gon' scream my name (Ayy)
Them crackers lock me in that dungeon, I can't scream a thing (Nah)
The type of time I'm on, it's time to get your name lit (Wavy)
Y'all slid, but yeah, we doubled back, we on that same sh*t (Ayy)
Them pussies killed my n*gga Josh, damn, I feel tears comin' (J Black)
See, you can slide and handle up, but shooters still comin' (Grrah, bah)

[Verse 2: GDot Savage]
Said, boy, you got my heart beatin' too fast
When you was down, I had your back, couldn't let you do bad
Tell Lil June when you go on the missions, we need toe tags
Plus he got DMac with him killin' opps, my brother go fast
Shoot fast, ask questions later
He gon' die, it's either now or later
But one thing, I never been a hater
If he run up on me, he gon' meet his maker
f*ck that, load the clips up
We gon' spray him down if he ain't with us
Four-five make him do sit-ups
Bet it be hard for him to get up
For the way we throw W's
Heard you fake, I can't f*ck with you
Yeah, you f*cked the whole gang, I feel bad if he cuffin' you
We gon' f*ck the whole city up
n*ggas wanna get rid of us
n*ggas know what we 'bout and they know we keep them bird notes
[Chorus: Wavy Navy Pooh]
I swear it hurt me in my heart, my city want me gone
But all the kids still scream my name, seem like they want me on
A body drop off in my city, they gon' scream my name
Them crackers lock me in that dungeon, I can't scream a thing
The type of time I'm on, it's time to get your name lit
Y'all slid, but yeah, we doubled back, we on that same sh*t
Them pussies killed my n*gga Josh, damn, I feel tears comin'
See, you can slide and handle up, but shooters still comin'
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