Lyrics

Yo
Fuck the Jareers, I chinged these black opps
Splashed man's headtop
Zombie, dead opps
No respawn when gang turn hearts off
Got Dotts opp, block tryna revive opps
Bro beat corn, tryna take mans hat off
Instant **** 'cause he died on that spot
Back off, **** get splashed up
Then bleed out regrettin' that day, then dash off
I'm stuck in this modern warfare
This ain't a game like COD
**** wan' kill me, stop my kill streak
One more K, it's a U-A-V
Two Z-Ks, S-S and me
Three S-A-Vs in the SUV
B-A, my G, just pass that fours
Now I'm in the five with six on me
Ride with sevens, Yevz gon get him
Shoutout Blitz, he a Trait A legend
Bro had a baby and raised it well
Don't slip, get hit with a nine mil' shell
Got caught so I was in court
Not tryna get caught in the lies I tell
Oh well, pigs tried but didn't prevail
Ten couldn't agree and I left that jail
It's cray how errything played out
Same place we used to play run outs
Is the same place his chest got dug out
Same place I was tellin' you play out
Is the same place I'm tellin' you come out
They started to hide at night
So we started to glide broad day when the sun out
A string of attacks got opps on ropes
I'm billin' a pack, it's Miz or Culps
And everything black and my hood down low
I'm the grim reaper from Agar Grove
Active Gang, know anything goes
We tape off roads, AG take souls
Active Gang, know anything goes
We tape off roads, AG take souls
Call my hitlist Blacklist
'Cause Jareers there, I'm tryna get K'd
Samurai sword like sensei
Me and my shooter, Red and Dembe
I'm Keen for Elizabeth, get paid
We beat shots then come back the next day
Taped off main roads, back roads, estates
Which one? Two got left with red tape
Rass them
We do drills, go ask them
They gotta say his name in past tense
See opps and I can't go past them
Jump out, splash man's wig or claat him
I love to ching but bro loves blastin'
Aim it, throw up a P, you're a target
Headshot ching, now **** retarded
Chest shot ching got **** in a casket
Throw up a P in your IG pic'
I'll tap that twice tryna get that heart
They jump in DMs
We jump in stolen BMs
Bite whenever they bark
Thought he go chinged while pedalling past
Got chinged outside of his yard
Then he got left by ten of his dawgs
Got stretched, we done toured Cres and the park
We done toured Cres and the park
It's cray how errything played out
Same place we used to play run outs
Is the same place his chest got dug out
Same place I was tellin' you play out
Is the same place I'm tellin' you come out
They started to hide at night
So we started to glide broad day when the sun out
A string of attacks got opps on ropes
I'm billin' a pack, it's Miz or Culps
And everything black and my hood down low
I'm the grim reaper from Agar Grove
Active Gang, know anything goes
We tape off roads, AG take souls
Active Gang, know anything goes
We tape off roads, AG take souls
Written by: Suspect AG
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