Laughing Stock Remix

Ayy
Ayy, Kay, lemme get some .32 corn for the SK
(ES, is that you?)
You know the fuckin' vibes
Six straps deep, blow off your fuckin' face
(Likkle Dotz)
(Traps)
Right now, now

Headshots, chestshots, blood splattered, everywhere
Funny how we the laughin' stock
Someone gets slapped and the laughin' stops
Fu-fu-fu, fu, fu, frrrr
If we asked, it's not
Still pullin' up tryna clart with the dotts
Fully dons
Bap, bap, bap

Funny how we the laughin' stock
Someone gets slapped and the laughin' stops
They blame us, if we asked, it's not (It's not)
Handguns like Glocks
How they still pullin' up tryna clart with the dotts? (Bap, bap)
They know thе gang's charged a lot
So they want us charged and lockеd (And locked)
Funny how we the laughin' stock
Someone gets slapped and the laughin' stops

They blame us, if we asked, it's not (It's not)
Handguns like Glocks
How they still pullin' up tryna clart with the dotts? (Bap, bap)
They know the gang's charged a lot
So they want us charged and locked (*whistle*, boom)

One got shot in his chest (Bap)
Another got chinged in his chest (Yes)
One of them still got a sibling
But the other one ain't got siblings left (Bluuwuu)
Attempted body from South
Got a body from East, got a body in West (Westside), what's left?
Got down a nigga from North of course (Ha-ha-ha-ha)
We got the city stressed
What's funny? (Hahaha)
Robbed Marlow, chased Ratlin, chinged Jordan, fucked up Russ (Shatai)
Caught the younger one and the older one
And they both got left all bloody
I got music money, my ways ain't changed, just Ratlin a scummy
The .40 bangs and the corn expands
It's called a dumdum, you dummy (Gun shot)

Party done
Before they played ifs like candy
Now they're out pourin' Brandy (It's pourin')
Big bro and little bro got hit
Same stick, that's a sour family (Bap, bap)
Both got slapped at functions, neck and head
Handguns come handy (Bap, bap)
When this mash starts dumpin', better take cover or turn into athletes

GB, I smoke him a lot (I'm high)
Shout out the opps, been put in a box (I'm high)
Incog, I smoke him a lot, (I'm high)
Lil CJ, I smoke him a lot (I'm high)
Loosescrew got chinged in a shop (Woo)
If I see me a Spartan, pass me the knock (Woo, woo)
You can't give them
The drop, they're turnin' it up, turnin' it off

Funny how we the laughin' stock
Someone gets slapped and the laughin' stops (Rrr, rrr)
They blame us, if we asked, it's not (It's not)
Handguns like Glocks
How they still pullin' up tryna clart with the dotts? (Bap, bap)
They know the gang's charged a lot, so they want us charged and locked
Funny how we the laughin' stock
Someone gets slapped and the laughin' stops (Rrr, rrr)
They blame us, if we asked, it's not (It's not)
Handguns like Glocks
How they still pullin' up tryna clart with the dotts? (Bap, bap)
They know the gang's charged a lot
So they want us charged and locked (Rrr, rrr)

Tryna draw man out, tryna get some clout
But you know that we'll take it further (Ay, ay)
And no we don't do up the clout, man we'll do up the
You can go ask Earna

(Rrr, rrr)
Bro's out with the packs and potions
No cellsite so he hid that burner (True)
Possession of a firearm charge
But true say the feds couldn't find that turner
My [?] ting said the street shit makes me paro (Woo)
If I see me an opp it's go time (Di-di-di)
Swinging my sword like my names Jack Sparrow (Di-di-di)
I'm an African pirate
My bro got touched, I'm riding, spin ting spin
Let me bruck that python (Woo)
Gyallie on me like my rammy on me
That bitch enticing (Come here)

Aim at head tops when we squeeze
They got back, gave bro a leg shot
Was a two two dotts so it could've been a BB (That's mean)
He still out here, knee deep
.32 holds six, that's light, but the .9 eats way more sweets
It's greedy (Bap, bap)
Paid bread for the skeng and teeth
But man still hand that corn as freebies

Still get slapped with your mash
That line ain't mine, I was quoting Krash
'Cah they dropped Billy, but we slapped suttin' from Raphs
Last thing that he saw was a flash
Every year there's a BBQ there, not this one
Though yo, I wonder why (Ye)
Want another to die? Just do it I dare you
I'll pull up and spray up the 9

Funny how we the laughin' stock
Someone gets slapped and the laughin' stops (Bu-bu)
They blame us, if we asked, it's not (It's not)
Handguns like Glocks
How they still pullin' up tryna clart with the dotts? (Bap, bap)
They know the gang's charged a lot, so they want us charged and locked
Funny how we the laughin' stock
Someone gets slapped and the laughin' stops (Boom)
They blame us, if we asked, it's not (It's not)
Handguns like Glocks
How they still pullin' up tryna clart with the dotts? (Bap, bap)
They know the gang's charged a lot, so they want us charged and locked

Fuck a you
Suck ya mudda
There's bare bine up in the sudio, you know
Soon as man step in, I didn't even get a, "Hello"
Man just got, "Kweng, come"
Hella hammers
Can't say London niggas ain't live
Mandem's live
Machines, sub-machines, hammers, we're live
Rrrrr