Lyrics
my niggas fit
They getting hit, everybody goes down
not another columbine call me new school killa
This shit is physics, word on the street
hanz on checking in for the squad
call em wizards
yo as far as ma fuckas concerned
i ll be gone till november gon cry me a river
Got my black suit on, caesar planet of the grapes in the weed jar, hanz street run this mother
Barka newest gee on the block, scoop of french vanilla brought a duce duce with her, shot you through your third eye
They getting hit, they gonna fry em up for dinner, when my gun out
My niggas fit, caesar planet of the grapes in the weed jar, they gonna fry em up for dinner
That shit is aye, and when we popping off the gun at your top, make em disappear
He on his pivot, barka newest gee on the block, make em disappear
They all can get it, till you meet your demise, these boys get butter
Big gun in my palm, you ll be non-existent
When my gun out, barka newest gee on the block
When my gun out, if you ever try to show any form of resistance
My niggas fit, we in the mix, hanz on checking in for the squad
You better take another look at your seeds, block nigga shine like a 5d shutta
Pay you a visit, got my black suit on, everything dirty wear a rubber for the come up
You better take another look at your seeds, yo as far as ma fuckas concerned
Got my black suit on, and when we popping off the gun at your top, i m strong in the hood