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Spin they block, let that chopper talk—BAH!—watch it bang, He was dissin’ on my name, now his gang feel the pain. Ain’t no talkin’, ain’t no squashin’, we gon’ step, we leave a stain, Hundred rounds up in this drummy, we gon’ let that cutter rain! (Verse 1) Walkin’ down with that AR, catch him lackin’, send him home, Ain’t no shootin’ from a distance, we get close and take his dome. Boy was flexin’ with that iron, now his Glock up in my zone, Took his strap and took his soul, now his mama call my phone. We got Dracs, we got Glocks, we got switches on them thangs, Hit his chest, hit his neck, now his body rearranged. Ain’t no vests, ain’t no luck, when we slide, we let it spray, Hollow tips gon’ rip his flesh, ain’t no chance he walk away! (Pre-Chorus) Yeah, yeah, that FN got a kickback, Yeah, yeah, make ‘em duck like a six-pack. Told my youngins, “Ain’t no mercy, put that boy up in the dirt,” If he talkin’ like he ‘bout it, we gon’ see just what he worth! (Chorus) Spin they block, let that chopper talk—BAH!—watch it bang, He was dissin’ on my name, now his gang feel the pain. Ain’t no talkin’, ain’t no squashin’, we gon’ step, we leave a stain, Hundred rounds up in this drummy, we gon’ let that cutter rain! (Verse 2 - Gun Talk Heavy) Got a Glock-19, but I switched it to a fully, Hundred in this FN, when it shoot, it ain’t no bully. 7.62s rip his back, now his partner screamin’, “Pull it!” They was actin’ like some wolves, now they cryin’ like some puppies. I got Dracs in the Sprinter, I got beams on the Sig, AR pistol with a switch, this ain’t no regular stick. Tell that boy stop all that typin’, he was talkin’, now he hit, Now his gang up in my mentions, tryna act like they legit! (Outro) Yeah, yeah, if it’s smoke, then let it blow, Yeah, yeah, we ain’t stoppin’, up the scope. He was flexin’ with that pole, now that boy don’t got a soul, Told my gang we never fold, we just send ‘em to the Lord!