Numbers (feat. Jdot Breezy)

(Brrrt) (hey, Drilltime, haha) oh, this shit go crazy, on gang
Aye, Whop (brrrt), bitch, Big Whop
(Drilltime, what you cookin' up, my nigga?) (Bitch)

One car, two chops
Three Ku's, four opps (brrrt, brrrt)
Five guys, six hit (bitch)
Seven with them, but eight dropped (damn)
Clean up on aisle Nine, that nigga took 'bout ten shots
MAC-11, got 12 bodies, hop out on a nigga make his face drop

Bro just put a 50 in the clip, that's a fuckin' drum (brrrt)
Bitch you know we're Jumpout Gang, bitch, you better fuckin' run (Jumpout Gang)
Brand-new AR-15, this bitch got monkey nuts (bitch)
You know I'ma leave 'em on the scene, bitch, I'ma fuck 'em up (brrrt)

I got all this green in my pocket, got my money up (money up)
That lil' bitch she see me, gotta watch her, she wanna suck me up (lil' bitch)
I let off all these shots on this block, it's like a hundred-somethin'
Damn, I know you miss your brother, they put that boy under somethin'

Spaazz2xx dead, damn that nigga played
35 dead, I wonder if they buried him by eight
Nine dead too, you better stay away from numbers man (damn, everybody dead)
The other one dead 'cause him and his brother kinda look the same

Aye, bitch, that's no bap (bitch)
You said you did what to who? Bitch, that's so cap (fuck nigga)
Graduation on this block these bitches gon' clap (grrah)
You watched your homeboy die, but you ain't Ionrap (haha, on gang)

One car, two chops
Three Ku's, four opps (brrrt)
Five guys, six hit
Seven with them, but eight dropped (aye)
Clean up on aisle Nine, that nigga took 'bout ten shots (ten shots)
MAC-11, got 12 bodies, hop out on a nigga make his face drop (bitch)

I can work the Drac' and make shit splat, this bitch make bodies split (yeah)
We don't swing for nothin', we can't get you? We'll hit your partner 'nem (ugh)
Glizzies with extensions, hit the store like "I want all of them"
Fuck designer, I buy switches, let my bro hit all of them

Run up on him, take these, "Freeze, nigga, and say cheese"
Bibby on the ground tryna get up, that nigga like "No please" (goofy)
Cracka hit all in his face, surprised he ain't got no teeth (stupid)
One Ku, he like catching bodies, he's sober, he don't smoke no weed (dummy)

Three and three make six nigga, so go ahead and hit both three's (yeah)
50 shots, hit 15, that's Three-Five dead on the scene (ugh)
Smokin' Rod K, Dank passed away, P4K got his ass street sweeped
But fuck Teki and fuck 8, fuck Double-K and their Dream Team

Yeah, bitch, I got big racks (goofy)
What the fuck is "Ku down"?, we always get back (goofy)
Your brother died, you got on Live we just go hittin' hacks (stupid)
When we're there, you niggas hide, stop with all the cap (goofy)
Tweakin' on that app (goofy)

One car, two chops
Three Ku's, four opps
Five guys, six hit
Seven with them, but eight dropped
Clean up on aisle Nine, that nigga took 'bout ten shots
MAC-11, got 12 bodies, hop out on a nigga make his face drop



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Writer(s): Dasani Wright, Reginald Williams
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