So High 2 Outro (feat. WSR Kamo)

(PB shit WSR shit)
(East side shit)
Put down the 9s
And went and picked up the chop
It's either FNs or the 762
Gone blow off ya top
I'm tryna fuck they block
Exterminate all the opps
Sneak diss with ya rhythms
Get ate alive like a cannibal
That instagram and Snapchat shit
Get ya ate like a animal
But I can't fuck with rap niggas
They be softer than powder
And I can't fuck with fat bitches
They be looking like chowder
Sometimes I call the blackout
50 cause that bitch got some power
We get ya gone by the hour
Got people bringing ya flowers
Paralyzed and Paranoid
Ya brain ya thinking without it
They say they spinning I doubt it
Them boy be walking without it
So how the fuck is y'all bout it
Y'all boys ain't slanging no iron
Shit the fuck up
Y'all not spinning y'all ain't bussing no fye
Come out the bush get up real close
And hit him dead in his eye
Now why these niggas think I'm pussy Divi
Bro you cook like a pot
Oh yeah I'm making shit hot
Fuck round and get ya ass shot

Sold my 9 and went pick up a chop
We finna make they shit hot
We cooking fish on they block
Aim this bitch right at his dome
And now he ain't got no top
All that dissing that he doing
We finna make that shit stop
Give that boy a candle light
Then we spin on they block
Roll that boy up in a wood
Then we light up the locs
These opp niggas like some albums all them bitches gone drop
These opp niggas like some albums all them bitches gone drop
Crash out flash out
Bitch you know the tag out
So we doing the dash now
Drop out pop out
Bitch we got the cash now
Chops out rock out
Bitch we bout to blast now
Hole in one bitch you done
Now it's time to lay em down
Put a switch up on this chop
Now this bitch be spraying rounds
If we can't get up withcha
We gone get who you hang around
But just to let you know lil nigga
Can't hide in the town
(You can't hide in the town nigga)
This part 2 to so high
You know the opps stay fly
They made a diss up on the net
So all them niggas gone die
But how they diss up on the net
And none them niggas gone slide
Fuck it I stay with my fye
Them nigga know I'm gone ride
About my brother you right
Send boy to sky
100 some shots like I'm Ben
Beat up the opps like I'm ten
Which one them niggas gone spin
They mad cause they can't get in

They mad cause they can't get in
They really mad cause we winning
And back to back the WSR
Yeah you know that we spinning
250 shots behind this tint
My trigger finger be itching
2 different chops
Ima tryna let's these bitches off till they empty
I'm paranoid I keep that stick up on me
So please don't you temp me
I couldn't get him so imma get his homie
Gone make his ass feel it
I be trying stay up out the mix
Be laid back chilling
Until they play like bitch
That's when I gotta go get em

Put down the 9s
And went and picked up the chop
It's either FNs or the 762
Gone blow off ya top
I'm tryna fuck they block
Exterminate all the opps
Sneak diss with ya rhythms
Get ate alive like a cannibal