Laughing Stock Remix

Ayy Ayy, Kay, lemme get some .32 corn for the SK (ES, is that you?) You know the fuckin' vibes Six straps deep, blow off your fuckin' face (Likkle Dotz) (Traps) Right now, now Headshots, chestshots, blood splattered, everywhere Funny how we the laughin' stock Someone gets slapped and the laughin' stops Fu-fu-fu, fu, fu, frrrr If we asked, it's not Still pullin' up tryna clart with the dotts Fully dons Bap, bap, bap Funny how we the laughin' stock Someone gets slapped and the laughin' stops They blame us, if we asked, it's not (It's not) Handguns like Glocks How they still pullin' up tryna clart with the dotts? (Bap, bap) They know thе gang's charged a lot So they want us charged and lockеd (And locked) Funny how we the laughin' stock Someone gets slapped and the laughin' stops They blame us, if we asked, it's not (It's not) Handguns like Glocks How they still pullin' up tryna clart with the dotts? (Bap, bap) They know the gang's charged a lot So they want us charged and locked (*whistle*, boom) One got shot in his chest (Bap) Another got chinged in his chest (Yes) One of them still got a sibling But the other one ain't got siblings left (Bluuwuu) Attempted body from South Got a body from East, got a body in West (Westside), what's left? Got down a nigga from North of course (Ha-ha-ha-ha) We got the city stressed What's funny? (Hahaha) Robbed Marlow, chased Ratlin, chinged Jordan, fucked up Russ (Shatai) Caught the younger one and the older one And they both got left all bloody I got music money, my ways ain't changed, just Ratlin a scummy The .40 bangs and the corn expands It's called a dumdum, you dummy (Gun shot) Party done Before they played ifs like candy Now they're out pourin' Brandy (It's pourin') Big bro and little bro got hit Same stick, that's a sour family (Bap, bap) Both got slapped at functions, neck and head Handguns come handy (Bap, bap) When this mash starts dumpin', better take cover or turn into athletes GB, I smoke him a lot (I'm high) Shout out the opps, been put in a box (I'm high) Incog, I smoke him a lot, (I'm high) Lil CJ, I smoke him a lot (I'm high) Loosescrew got chinged in a shop (Woo) If I see me a Spartan, pass me the knock (Woo, woo) You can't give them The drop, they're turnin' it up, turnin' it off Funny how we the laughin' stock Someone gets slapped and the laughin' stops (Rrr, rrr) They blame us, if we asked, it's not (It's not) Handguns like Glocks How they still pullin' up tryna clart with the dotts? (Bap, bap) They know the gang's charged a lot, so they want us charged and locked Funny how we the laughin' stock Someone gets slapped and the laughin' stops (Rrr, rrr) They blame us, if we asked, it's not (It's not) Handguns like Glocks How they still pullin' up tryna clart with the dotts? (Bap, bap) They know the gang's charged a lot So they want us charged and locked (Rrr, rrr) Tryna draw man out, tryna get some clout But you know that we'll take it further (Ay, ay) And no we don't do up the clout, man we'll do up the You can go ask Earna (Rrr, rrr) Bro's out with the packs and potions No cellsite so he hid that burner (True) Possession of a firearm charge But true say the feds couldn't find that turner My [?] ting said the street shit makes me paro (Woo) If I see me an opp it's go time (Di-di-di) Swinging my sword like my names Jack Sparrow (Di-di-di) I'm an African pirate My bro got touched, I'm riding, spin ting spin Let me bruck that python (Woo) Gyallie on me like my rammy on me That bitch enticing (Come here) Aim at head tops when we squeeze They got back, gave bro a leg shot Was a two two dotts so it could've been a BB (That's mean) He still out here, knee deep .32 holds six, that's light, but the .9 eats way more sweets It's greedy (Bap, bap) Paid bread for the skeng and teeth But man still hand that corn as freebies Still get slapped with your mash That line ain't mine, I was quoting Krash 'Cah they dropped Billy, but we slapped suttin' from Raphs Last thing that he saw was a flash Every year there's a BBQ there, not this one Though yo, I wonder why (Ye) Want another to die? Just do it I dare you I'll pull up and spray up the 9 Funny how we the laughin' stock Someone gets slapped and the laughin' stops (Bu-bu) They blame us, if we asked, it's not (It's not) Handguns like Glocks How they still pullin' up tryna clart with the dotts? (Bap, bap) They know the gang's charged a lot, so they want us charged and locked Funny how we the laughin' stock Someone gets slapped and the laughin' stops (Boom) They blame us, if we asked, it's not (It's not) Handguns like Glocks How they still pullin' up tryna clart with the dotts? (Bap, bap) They know the gang's charged a lot, so they want us charged and locked Fuck a you Suck ya mudda There's bare bine up in the sudio, you know Soon as man step in, I didn't even get a, "Hello" Man just got, "Kweng, come" Hella hammers Can't say London niggas ain't live Mandem's live Machines, sub-machines, hammers, we're live Rrrrr