Church (feat. Rayy Balla)

If you scared, go to church

Grab a gun, put in work

Can't speak about shh, that boy up on a shirt

**** put his ass up in a dirt

We gon' hit him, where it hurt

Ain't takin' no check, bitch, I'm boomin' it first

Off a Perc', masked up, tryna lurk

Adrenaline rushin', they tryna go berserk like

Get up on me, you better not miss

Back out the chop and then empty the clip like

If he run then he better not slip

'Cause I put that on bro, that that's gon' be a hit

That's gon' be a new opp in a spliff

When I step in the party, knocka on my hip

Y.G.K **** never did shit

L.V.K, spot a jet and it's lit

Off the yellow, I get sturdy

Spot a opp then we gon' do him dirty

Whole lotta chops around, we never worried

**** ain't Makk, they ballin' wit no jersey

On the five, I'm posted wit a .30

So how you thinkin' gon' hurt me?

We the demons, we ain't showin' mercy

And we stoppin' till a **** buried

Step back, right leg then kick

Left leg kick, right leg, then spin

Bitch, we ballin' out, dont need a gym

Hop out, send shots, we tryna catch a win

**** runnin', duckin' when we bend

Opps know it get nasty everytime we spin

Take a trip, now it's time to go sin

He wit' his mans, he get hit wit' his friend

5'z On Top, MB, DOA

Get the drop from a thot, now we spinnin' all day

Know a few opps that got hit in broad day

I ain't never do bad, what the fuck ya gon' say?

Hallow tips, hit him and opened his face

Off the dummy, go dummy, tryna up and spray

All my **** got chops on they waist

Think you blitzin' on us then you made a mistake

Off a twenty, I'm like, "Who dat?"

They threw a lil' shot until we threw back

Rayy Balla wit me so that's two straps

Last **** ducked and got his boo clapped

We the Makks from the 50'z we too tact

And this .40 done flocked at a few Hats

When you see me up, you better move back

I'm tryna turn a **** to a new pack

I won't miss when I spin

Flag out the whip, it won't come once again

Turned around, he got hit in his shit

I can't go out like shh, so I'm in my own whip

Smoke a cab, that **** did bad

Smoke on JB, now he dead in the past

Too official, I could never lack

Do twelve in the SHU, tryna catch me a Hat

Leg tweakin', she throwin' it back

TEC on my waist, so I told her relax

But she fiendin', she shakin' her ass

Tryna take off her clothes 'cause she know I'm the Makk

Get back, we heavy on that

Sit back gang, the opps never get back

We don't play, we don't cap

I spot me an opp, he get turned to a pack

First shot, that boy was with God

Second shot took that boy right off the map

Dead opps, they all in the pack

Don't know what to choose, I'm like, "Where are our MACs?"

Fuck that, roll light, let it Makk

So many deads, now let's circle the facts

We ain't hidin', they know where we at

Come through this block once, you won't make it back

Spin through, with the chop

He tried to run, but the **** got shot

Bad bitch sent the drop

Watch how we pull up and clear out the spot

All I need is a Glock with the shots

Bet I fuck **** here when I bring out the knock

Better run 'cause there be opps here

If you trip, then you done, you get beamed with the Glock

Inside

We been bumpin' and boomin', the reason they won't come outside

We slide, they hide

I'm tryna put me a shh in the sky

Go shh, I'm fried

Linkin' with opps and they all finna die

On the five, with the box

Spot us an opp, then that boy gettin' dropped