"Threw" lyrics

(Lil' Fox, why you so godly, cuz?)
Long live Mook and Mike, diss on them, you gon' lose your life
Don't say they name in vain or there's gon' be double L's in front of your name, forever tossin' for the gang (Damn, Drako, you made this?)
Ain't shit to talk about, just

Alright, they play with you, ain't shit to talk about, just pull up, hop out, shoot (Come here, come here)
And I don't really like to talk a lot 'cause people hate the truth (They bitch ass)
Bitch, I popped out with a M, then hopped right back in the booth (I'm on my shit)
Hit this block the wrong way, we turn your Chevy to a coupe (Vrr)
You keep talkin' 'bout you did this and that, boy, who the fuck is you?
When we swung them doors, he froze, his bitch ass ain't know what to do (His bitch ass)
I love this money shit, but this shit keep reminding me of Mook (Of Money Mook)
Man, I really hate my opps, them niggas pussier than Boo (His bitch ass)
And I can't love no bitch at all, bitch, I'ma dog like Uncle Snoop (Don't got no love)
This not a game, but we'll kill your ass and run through all your loot (Then take your shit)
When we catch Woo, I'm takin' the driver gun and bounce out shootin' too (Come here, come here, come here, the fuck?)
Try to guard me, I'm gon' cross a nigga up like Uncle Drew (You know that)
12 hit the lights, Three stomp the gas and now he drivin' like a crew (He gone)
It's just me, G Sav, and Frog, and we just poured a triple deuce (Poured up Tris)
I'm in traffic with a opp ho, gettin' more neck than a goose (Shit)
I know them opp niggas want us bad, I told Backend, "No movin' loose"
Take all that actin' killin' shit to a auditionin' for Zeus (With your bitch ass)
How I got respect? I bought a gun and put that bitch to use (Grrah, grrah)
Every time lil' bronem pop a Perc', they say, "RIP to Juice"
They say the opps out tryna party, like the army, I sent a nuke (Nigga)
Try to run and I'ma chase you down, I'm fast, I used to hoop (Come here, come here, you know that)
Dissed on the gang, now that nigga in a box dressed in a suit
The opps just dropped a song, that bitch so weak, we play that shit on mute (That shit so ass)
And if you seen the shit I seen, man, your bitch ass'll probably puke (With your ho ass)
Brand-new Track' fresh off the lot, man, this bitch drive like it got boost
Say he can't slide 'cause they not on they block, boy, that's not no excuse
Fuck BKN, but I'm locked in with Leek, we kickin' shit like Bruce
I never lied, Smiley called my mama tryna call a truce (His bitch ass)
That nigga ran, but he ain't get away (Come here), we shot him out his shoes (Damn)
Niggas actin' like they that, but ain't get back, I know a few (They bitch ass)
They say brodie told on bro, I can't believe it, but it's true (What the fuck?)
Say he had 10K on my head and now he dead, I know he blew
The opps outside, I'm down to slide (Come on), but what 'bout you? (Come on)
I got four eyes, bro, you just drive and I'm gon' shoot (I got this shit)
10 mil', .45, don't play with 9s, boy, that's not cute (That shit childish)
Shots to the leg, shots to the head, that nigga threw