[Chorus: Ace NumbaFive]
We riding with 30 and 40 shot Glocks
Told bro don't stop for the cops
Lil' bitch on my line, am I coming or not?
But I don't have time for no thots
Body shots from his heart to his kidney
Give a fuck if them bystanders friendly
Hard to shoot when it's cold and it's windy
Walk up on him, put smoke to his chimney

[Verse 1: Leaf]
Tutu no general, n***as will get at you
I catch you lackin' I'm bending you
When I do a hit or two, I keep a grip or two
Ain't no regrets when I'm spinning through
PMVK, I'm dropping rakes, hollow tips drip through your face
If I catch a case, I feel like I'm [?]
Get my lawyer to beat up the case
When I'm in the field, I keep a chopper
Forever Pooh, forever Dot
Yeah I been spinning blocks
Yeah I been totin' chops
100 grams in the spot
This ain't loud what I got
For the gang I did a lot, I said for the gang I did a lot

[Chorus: Ace NumbaFive]
We riding with 30 and 40 shot Glocks
Told bro don't stop for the cops
Lil' bitch on my line, am I coming or not?
But I don't have time for no thots
Body shots from his heart to his kidney
Give a fuck if them bystanders friendly
Hard to shoot when it's cold and it's windy
Walk up on him, put smoke to his chimney

[Verse 2: Ace NumbaFive]
Four fifth got a kick like Jet Li
Spin a block, tell the opps come and test me
And I just got the drop on an opp, next stop is his block, 30 shots when this TEC speak
And it's still no love for these thots, keep a chop in the spot, ball hard like a lefty
Tell them n***as link up we don't dead beef
And I'm rolling off a pill, let the meds speak

[Verse 3: Leaf]
And it's still free Millz
Check after check bro, scamming for real
Gotta get me a deal
Cause' gang on the rike
Karma getting real
All my n***as starving yeah we gotta eat bitch
I'm talking real shit, but it's on the beat bitch
I'm trappin' all night so I don't sleep bitch
Gang shit, different day different week bitch
Tryna' take mine, n***a Imma' leave you quick
Dumb broke ass n***as who I'm beefing with
We roll up on them, black Visa shit
Hop out on em', start squeezing shit
When it's beef, I'm proud of who I'm eating with
Right you laid up, pillow talking in the sheets and shit
Designer, [?], that's me bitch
I'm big blood, always on my creeping shit

[Verse 4: Jezz Gasoline]
I'm off the molly
And I'm not moving sloppy
You know my body
It's not hard to find me
Double tap him like IG
He don't need an IV
Execution style
They need his ID
Headshot like an ID
BOOM
Now he a ghost word to Tommy
I pull up with Ace
Then call up to Elz, we need a new opp for this L
Jezz Gasoline
Everything straight, I'm in tune with the sync well
Free the guys up in jails
I still pick up my phone and I still send em' mail
I'm in the field, fuck all of this rap shit
These n***as be acting
We don't need a uber to clap shit
A few n***as not here, we know why they absent
I call up the blooder, he love me so he's like "What's crackin'?
I'm really active
I been around, I'm a classic
Blood stains on his fashion
He ran like we wouldn't catch him, when I draw this weapon I ain't tryna' sketch him
They tryna' be extra, but we tryna' X him
.45ACP XD
But lil n***a ain't test this
Changing his complexion, they like "chill Jezz, you our investment, we don't need you arrested, we need you here flexing"
Play the block like a tetris GAME