What makes chii’s verse so good is that it’s on the perfect part of the beat. Dougie’s was obv legendary but the beat was choppier and the bass wasn’t as powerful until the last 2 bars or so
Better not run 'cause we totin' this pole Catch shots to his chest How the fuck he ain’t go? Bullets, they hit up his face and his throat Bad bitch in the cut and She givin' me throat (Gang, gang, gang) Bet you I’m leaving the thottie, too slow Hollows they hit him, it rip through his coat Leg shot gang, but we aim for the throat And his mans kеpt runnin', I only let two (Grrt) like, fuck that, nigga, I spin Don’t aim for the chеst, nigga Aim for the chin (Gang, gang, gang) That nigga got hit, got a permanent limp We see a notification, my niggas They ridin' my niggas, they ready to spin We see a opp, hop out My niggas, they buggin' They ready to throw 'bout ten That nigga pussy, he copped a new chop' That shit collect dust That nigga ain't spin We catch a opp broad day, now That nigga runnin', he stupid He better not trip (Dummy) Kay-Kay he buggin', he hop out the V Start throwin' these bullets Collide to his ribs (Gang) Dougie the Makk, stop talkin' on rap And these caps These niggas they know where we live (EWOK) Bullets start flyin' Don’t care what party outside Like hollows, they make him do flips Gang, gang, gang, gang Like, nigga he pussy, he Rick Don’t got my gun on my side He think that we lackin' Told Swervo to pass me the blick' We spin anywhere, one shot Tell Bricks, stop lyin' He really not bendin' the strip Sha Gz pussy, he bendin' himself Record and yell niggas names out the whip
I got a chop' and you know I ain’t passin' Run up on me and I’m lettin' you have it Two-three shots, turn a nigga to a has-been Mexi don’t spin, like stop all the cappin' Got beat in a cab, we ran up what's crackin'? Fuck Money Matt, got poked by a faggot Y'all ain’t spin for y'all mans, y'all need to stop rappin', boom Y'all ain’t spin for y'all mans, y'all need to stop rappin'
We pull up We got glocks. Switches. Silencer no We not missing, they keep dissing watch what we gone do. We spin and we ain't missin, Jaden homie got shot and he ain't slide yet. Slide on his brother smile as they pump his chest. Keep lining em up I'm knocking em down yeah who next. Ima switch this ryrme up. I ain't die yet I got good luck. Dummy that ain't luck. I do it big they keep on hating they won't get nowhere. I say stop the violence. Then they gone get wilden. They gon just be clowning. When I spin they see they dead home they gon get to crying. Back in the city I still keep it wit me and if you want smoke come tell me you get it got glock wit extension. Tag dude in the kidney. All my guns on semi I'm coming in heavy. Caught Lil bro lacking say Bury the hatchet but I grabbed my rachet and I let em him have it....
Aye aye. Jaiden got hit in the leg, uh. and this lil boy didnt slide yet. And his homie got hit through the vest. Aye These hollows do it the best. His homie got hit they was pumping his chest. To bad he lost all his led. What i mean by that i mean he dead. And T tapped Andre head. Aye. When it come to a drill. Ima pop me a pill. Hit em in the head he a Instagram reel. Chilling on my block move around dont stay still. Unless if you wanna get killed. Jay got shot ill speak on that. He should've had the pole he got caught lacking. He was chilling in the house yea jay was slacking. He walked outside and alot of things happend. If he want smoke then its gon get tragic. He want smoke so i had to let of have it. One more and ima talk about trey. All i can say is he got hit in the brain.
