[Verse 1: DaBoii]

First off fuck yo gang and the click you claim
N***as speakin' on the dead we gone pick his grave
Fuck shittin' on these n***as we gone piss in face
This a Glock so goodbye you could kiss the fade
Heard the gang in they mouth tell me how it taste
And this dick so good she don't know how to take
Feds tryna keep tabs bitch we outer space
And they ain't used to showin love so they gotta hate
Before they say it to my face it be behind the back
Where that full court pressure y'all applyin' at
If you heard we ain't the shit thats a lying ass
Tryna sound like the gang that shit kinda sad
Got them demons in my body i stopped fighting back
Limo tint ona foreign wit' all kinds of straps
Half these n***as ain't real so they lie and act
Getting head while im steerin' got me driving bad
Brodie told me bring the sticks we hittin' n***as up
I'll give a n***a shells before i give a fuck
Bullets spread like a germ i be sickin' stuff
I leave them hoes with shakin' legs you leave em with the cuffs

[Verse 2: Lil Sheik]

Had to put the stick down and bring out the K
Took a break from the stu we slidin' all day
Fell in love wit this choppa before i loved a bitch
Leave the school house early just to pull a skit
If i didn't really live it wouldn't rap this shit
Been blowing through a bag before the rap checks hit
Couple n***as twitter thuggin' I can't wait to see em
They don't wanna see me win i know they hate to see it
Gotta couple bands tucked in this big money suit
Splash Bros with them Glocks it was just me and drew
For the love of lil Tu i swear we droppin 2
You n***as obm sons tryna do what we do
Im like Jordan to the money chase the bag with the Flu
Fuck it T.O hit em up since he actin' tough
Still posted ona S now the chain tucked
You will never catch me slippin Qreal ina cuts
[Verse 3: Qrealwitdasteel]

Talkin' tough ona net you n***as not hard
Cuz when i see you up in traffic n***as cotton soft
Talkin to the management tryna call it off
But i ain't callin' shit off im tryna see bodies fall
Press a bitch cuz she been up on some chimp shit
OBM RBE we gangin in this bitch
Call up DBoii he gone pull up with that .30 stick
Lil sheik he dont play with them choppas bitch
I be slidin through yo section tryna lay some shit
Call my back street n***as they gone pull up quick
Speaking ona dead homies we don't play that shit
I'm at yo door mailman real house visits
Big money n***as know that we bout buisness
We can't conversate if it ain't about chicken
How you call yoself playa you ain't bout pimpin
5 skits in 1 week so who really trippin

[Verse 4: Yhung T.O.]

And when it's time to creep ain't no peace
I got sticks on every Glock for n***as talkin like its beef
It's some n***a that's gone die you can't save R.I.P
I know n***as that done died i done cried on my knees
So to take anotha n***a from this earth fine with me
No i might not go to heaven but it sit fine with me
I'm a thug til i die and when i die i'm in peace
But til' then i want war where no gun fire gon cease
I know n***as that be talkin' like they street they ain't street
I know n***as that be singin' bout that heat they ain't me
Chain got snatched and we slid that's that shit they ain't see
Cuz we don't do this shit for fame bitch we really in these streets
All these n***as say they winnin' yo bitch lost in my teeth
With these diamonds in my mouth bitch i own i dont lease
If it's smoke SRT in that jeep when we creep
Broad daylight on feet knock a n***a off his feet
I ain't talkin' to no workers bitch don't talk to me
I ain't sittin with no n***as allat small talk cheap
N***a touch a couple thousand fore' you small talk wit me
And i only talk M's so you can't talk to me
N***as sounding like the gang that shit getting old
Hear the devil in my head he never lead me wrong
My uncle died my brother died shit get deep n***a
And you would stop to type and tweet n***a before you squeeze n***a, Call the cops when you see the gang fuck you, fuck yo bitch, and the clique you claim (HAAH) and I'd die with this chain before i take it off and i'd take a n***a out before i take a loss, N***a
[Outro: Yhung T.O.]

Fuck suckas n***a yea you n***as know what time it is n***a all you N***as talkin this bay shit n***a we is the bay n***a, If you n***as Gotta problem wit it n***a run up n***a do sumn n***a squeez sumn N***a, all you n***as sendin' shots on Twitter n***a send shots in real Life n***a ain't no bulletproof vest n***a hit me n***a im waiting N***a yea n***a, n***as ain't doin' shit n***a SOB the muhfuckin Gang n***a RBE bitch OBM bitch you n***as know what time it is N***a you ain't claimin that shit n***a fuck you n***a If it's a problem N***a fuck you n***a if you want smoke n***a fuck you n***a It is What it is n***a it's gone be that n***a when i see you n***a im gone squeeze that n***a like yo heart n***a you betta be that n***a when i see you n***a fuck you n***a you know what time it is n***a GANG