C.M.L. - Last Response lyrics
[C.M.L. - Last Response lyrics]
Top 30 nigga (30 Gang) free the guys nigga
Iraq stand up nigga
Yo, I'm 3 0 like Solja Lizk
Brody stand over shit
Niggas don't know the clique
We really smoking shit (30 Gang)
All of my niggas demons
The ones you don't go against (hahahaha)
All headshots, we really open shit
(pow pow pow pow pow pow)
I stay with a hand rocket
Equipped with a cinnabon
(pow pow pow pow pow pow)
Ain't no shooting back, niggas just finna run
(hahahaha facts)
Stick a fork in 'em, I swear this nigga done
(this nigga done y'all)
He ain't used his head
I swear this nigga dumb (clown ass nigga)
I'm with all of the bullshit
Stay with a full clip (pow pow)
We all from the same gang
We on some hood shit (Iraq nigga)
You think you fucking with me
You smoking good shit (dope)
We got all over blood
And the nigga he stood with (that part)
3 0 that's the squad, bitch I'm from 30 Gang
(30 Gang) catch a nigga lacking
He dead in the turning lane (rrt rrt)
Click, click, boom, rip through his vеrtebrae
(pow pow)
Another man down, bitch it's a dirty gamе
(dirty game) don't make me bully niggas
Brody can't handle me
(can't handle me nigga)
I'm from the Southside
We press like piano keys (Iraq)
I been on some fly shit
Tall tees and baggy jeans (real rap)
I been had the streets jumping
Just like a trampoline (bop)
So put that little weapon up
Little nigga don't step to us
(don't step to us)
We with all the extra stuff
My gang fuck sections up (fuck sections up)
We warring with anybody
Ain't nobody checking us
(go to war with anybody nigga)
We putting demos down
That's why they respecting us
(on the dead homies)
Them people watching me
They say I'm a crime boss (hahaha)
He ain't use his head
So we took his mind off (pow pow)
They was tryna sign me
But bitch I can sign y'all
(bitch I can sign y'all)
A nigga play with Hank
My killers gon' find y'all (3 0)
It's blood all on my hands
Pass me the Pine-Sol (pass me that shit)
I waited up in line, bitch it's my time now
(it's my time now) i'm outshining niggas
I ain't even trying y'all
(I ain't try y'all)
Niggas say he eating, I know he lying y'all
(he lying nigga)
007, free little bro Tooey Ru (free Tooey Ru)
AR with compressors, we let them Uzis shoot
(pow pow)
Leave a hole in 'em the size of a hula hoop
(yeah that) nigga you the target we
Gon' throw bullets through (pow pow)
Niggas die young thinking they bulletproof
(you ain't bulletproof nigga)
Y'all niggas ain't on shit
Your hood we pulling through (rrt rrt)
Nigga your sidekick
Well blood he can get it too
(he can get it too)
I'm all in your bitch mouth
Just like a missing tooth (hahahaha)
Bris mode nigga 007
Oh yeah chase him down
Stand over nigga welcome to Iraq
Iraq stand up nigga
Yo, I'm 3 0 like Solja Lizk
Brody stand over shit
Niggas don't know the clique
We really smoking shit (30 Gang)
All of my niggas demons
The ones you don't go against (hahahaha)
All headshots, we really open shit
(pow pow pow pow pow pow)
I stay with a hand rocket
Equipped with a cinnabon
(pow pow pow pow pow pow)
Ain't no shooting back, niggas just finna run
(hahahaha facts)
Stick a fork in 'em, I swear this nigga done
(this nigga done y'all)
He ain't used his head
I swear this nigga dumb (clown ass nigga)
I'm with all of the bullshit
Stay with a full clip (pow pow)
We all from the same gang
We on some hood shit (Iraq nigga)
You think you fucking with me
You smoking good shit (dope)
We got all over blood
And the nigga he stood with (that part)
3 0 that's the squad, bitch I'm from 30 Gang
(30 Gang) catch a nigga lacking
He dead in the turning lane (rrt rrt)
Click, click, boom, rip through his vеrtebrae
(pow pow)
Another man down, bitch it's a dirty gamе
(dirty game) don't make me bully niggas
Brody can't handle me
(can't handle me nigga)
I'm from the Southside
We press like piano keys (Iraq)
I been on some fly shit
Tall tees and baggy jeans (real rap)
I been had the streets jumping
Just like a trampoline (bop)
So put that little weapon up
Little nigga don't step to us
(don't step to us)
We with all the extra stuff
My gang fuck sections up (fuck sections up)
We warring with anybody
Ain't nobody checking us
(go to war with anybody nigga)
We putting demos down
That's why they respecting us
(on the dead homies)
Them people watching me
They say I'm a crime boss (hahaha)
He ain't use his head
So we took his mind off (pow pow)
They was tryna sign me
But bitch I can sign y'all
(bitch I can sign y'all)
A nigga play with Hank
My killers gon' find y'all (3 0)
It's blood all on my hands
Pass me the Pine-Sol (pass me that shit)
I waited up in line, bitch it's my time now
(it's my time now) i'm outshining niggas
I ain't even trying y'all
(I ain't try y'all)
Niggas say he eating, I know he lying y'all
(he lying nigga)
007, free little bro Tooey Ru (free Tooey Ru)
AR with compressors, we let them Uzis shoot
(pow pow)
Leave a hole in 'em the size of a hula hoop
(yeah that) nigga you the target we
Gon' throw bullets through (pow pow)
Niggas die young thinking they bulletproof
(you ain't bulletproof nigga)
Y'all niggas ain't on shit
Your hood we pulling through (rrt rrt)
Nigga your sidekick
Well blood he can get it too
(he can get it too)
I'm all in your bitch mouth
Just like a missing tooth (hahahaha)
Bris mode nigga 007
Oh yeah chase him down
Stand over nigga welcome to Iraq