Assault

(Jay Pate Beats)
Ayy
Ayy
Yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Bah, bah, bah, bah, grlah
Huh (Huh, huh)
You know, whole lotta gang shit
Huh (Huh, huh, huh)
Gang-gang
Let's get it, let's get it, let's go

I just bought a box of bullets, so don't pull it (Shh)
My AK always on fully, got the scope right on your skully (Glah, glah)
So don't make me do you dirty, my AK don't got no kick (No kick)
Hundred shots up in this clip, so when it spit, you better dip, ayy

We gon' lean on 'em, scream on 'em
Set a pick, screen on 'em, beam on 'em
Green on 'em, infrared at his head
Now he dead things on 'em (Boom-boom, boom-boom)
Drop shit, mopstick pop shit, hot shit, steam on 'em (Damn)
Bah-bah-bah, bah-bah, bah-bah-bah; sing on 'em (Grrah)

STL, Tookaville, we be havin' rap niggas shook up (Gang-gang)
On Tooka grave
We was goin' extra cray, we had niggas put up (For real)
Got big-ass chopper under my couch, might need help with it
Kickback so retarded, damn near shot myself with it (Brrt, shit)

Face shot, neck shot, back shot
Shoot 'till the TEC hot (Boom, boom-boom, boom-boom)
No decock, big Glock on lock, fuck a stash spot (Got him)
Headshot, head pop, Operation Dead Opp (Gone)
Leg shot, can't run, bleed out, end shot (Ayy, damn)

I am not for nothin' (None), try me if you wanna
Just me and my Glizzy we'll politely pull up on ya (Bah)
And I'ma clear the scene (Scene) when these bullets ring
I don't think you can run from this AR-15
Ayy (Glah, glah, glah, glah)

Yuh, I'm from the S and the E
Yuh, have yo' ass restin' in peace
Yuh, might put this TEC to your teeth
Yuh, now yo' ass stretched, you deceased (Ugh, ugh)
Semi-auto, semi-auto tunin' niggas right up (Huh?)
Foe 'nem mad, pullin' right up (Skrrt)
Hit ya right up (Bah), then gettin' right up (Yoom)
Outta there (Let's go)

Heard my ex-bitch was fuckin' with one of my enemies (So what?)
I don't care (Bitch)
No, I do not go inside of no motherfuckin' club (No, no)
I can't get my gun in there
Bitch, niggas be bitches
We make niggas shut the fuck up when they talkin' to us (For real)
Bitch, we do not shoot out of cars
Wanna see ya ass drop, so we walkin' right up (Bitch)

I'm ridin' with thirty for Durk (Huh)
Thirty more if I see Reesey first (Goof'-ass)
Recklezz suck dick for a verse, ayy (Dumb-ass)
They'll put you dead in a hearse, ayy (He a [?], man)
I'm on the block with the work
First to the third
Never in school like Phineas and Ferb
(Ayy, what you need, my boy?)
(Ayy, ayy, ayy)
There go 12, jump the curb (Skrrt)

I just put a hundred shots up in my chopper, ayy (Grrah)
Think it's sweet until I pull up on you knockin', ayy (Grrah, bah)
Once I start, I guarantee you I'm not stoppin', ayy (I'm not)
Until I see you and your partners get to droppin'
Ayy (Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh)

On folks, yeah, all my boys smoke tops
We'll come through yo' block
Killin' shit like Pol Pot (Boom-boom, boom-boom)
Try and make them poles rock (Folks 'nem)
Try and make ya folks drop (On folks 'nem)
Try and make his nose drop (On folks' nem)
You know how the folks rock (On folks 'nem)

Don't get the top of yo' fuckin' head opened, soda pop (Goddamn)
Niggas scared, so they actin' like they ain't got no opps (Pussy)
Put a silencer on my shit
So you won't hear no shots (Pew-pew, pew-pew-pew)
12 get behind me, they gon' have to set a roadblock (Skrrt)

Do-do-do, do-do-do, dah-dah-dah, dah
That's when them choppers fresh outta the box
Aim it low, then it's off with your top, yup
I flood my rings with them rocks, yup
My cup dirtier than opps, yup
Hit ya block with the chop', yup
Do-do-do, dah-dah-dah, dah
Do-do-do, do-do-do, dah-dah-dah, dah