Spirit Bomb (Power Up Pt. 5)

[Intro]
Yeah
Big, yeah, yeah
Big homie Yayo, fuck nigga
I'm back, yeah
Gang shit nigga, yeah

[Verse 1]
Big draco in the club, this ain't no deuce deuce, no
We want all the smoke, when it's beef it ain't no truce, no
All of my young niggas shoot
Carbon-15 knock him right out his boots
Pockets on fat, Bruce Bruce
Go Yayo boom god, fuck nigga who you?
Ooh, ooh, put a nigga on the news
'Nother mama crying, say her son gone too soon
AR-15 on me shoot hoops
Yopper hit him, all they found was his shoe
Stupid ass nigga tryna run off with my loot
Nah, that nigga pussy, little nigga not my crew
HoodFame Gang, Glo Gang, free Boot
First 48, Nigga won't find a clue
Free Goon Papi bitch, we murder for hobby
Take that girl and beat the bitch like I'm bobby
Hundred round drum in my Audi
Wanna be HoodFame Gang, gotta go catch a body
Heard a fuck nigga say that I'm hiding
I'm in your hood every day, ridin' 'round with a tommy
Speak on Yayo, it's a homi
Why the fuck I'ma run when it's killers behind me?
I got bitches that'll go get the bread for me
YCN gang, they'll come get your head for me
All my niggas, we got stripes like it's ref on me
All my young niggas gon' step for me, step for me
Whole Southside gon' steal for me, kill me for me
Drill for me, pop up with sticks, leave you peeled for me
Got your baby mama servin' the pills for me
When I get rich, move my clique to the hills with me
Fuck that rap shit, I got rich off of juggs
Million dollars, take my gang out the hood
Yopper leave a nigga bloody like Suge
Lil Greg got the thooka like wish a nigga would
These fuck niggas mad I took off like a rocket
Trapping forever, I'm never gon' stop it
Twenty thousand cash stuffed in my pocket
The plug need me, I'm the motherfuckin' socket

[Interlude]
Bitch ass nigga
Know what the fuck goin' on nigga
Big homie Yayo, bitch nigga
I'm back on that, fuck a nick nigga
What you talkin' about nigga?
The fuck you niggas claimin' you whoopin' me nigga?
Nigga touch lil Yayo it's a first degree nigga
The fuck goin on nigga?
Fuck all that opp shit nigga
Gang, gang
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Big bank on me, leave a fuck nigga shit stank
Big K on me, leave a fuck nigga clique paint
Diamonds water water like a motherfuckin' fish tank
I got that thing on me
I'm a real killer, these niggas can't hang with me
My young niggas stain for me
I say the word and they come get your brain for me
Man come get your chain from me
My young niggas geeking off red and off turtle
HoodFame USA go hard for that murder
These opp niggas talking, these niggas unheard of
That fuck shit you talkin', ain't heard of that
Give a fuck 'bout your clique, we'll pop up and murder that
If that nigga survive, we gon' double back
Now he cryin', the fake boom want his brother back

[Outro]
Pussy ass nigga
Real killer shit nigga, ain't just G4E nigga
You know how the fuck we rockin' nigga
All that opp shit get you smoked nigga
We ain't playin' no more nigga
Fuck all that rap shit nigga, we gon' come kick your door nigga and shoot your dead in your motherfuckin' face nigga
Tie your niece up and make you pay to get that bitch back nigga
Fuck you talkin' 'bout nigga?
When it's beef with us, niggas hittin kids and all nigga
Don't give a fuck nigga
Every time I tie a nigga grandma up and slap the shit out her stupid ass nigga
Ayy, I know you miss your mama nigga
I'ma send you right to that bitch nigga, on gang
Real four twenty-one, 4E nigga
Livin' legend