[Verse 1: 28AV]
Yeah, yeah
Who the white boy, neck tat', bussin' with the dreads on him
Fuckboy switched teams, gotta call the ref' on him
Home with the daddy D's, catch breath on him
Bitch tryna ride my wave like pegs on it
I don't need the bitch, she ain't got good crab brodi
Need an ama.com the lil homie
Put him on night, got money on the [?]
Big Glock gang, red dot boy, pop a cherry
Yellow gold, vigoro, lookin like hot curry
Out of reach, get your shit split like a locked jewelry
By the way, hittin' everything like a hot curry
.223's get your whole fuckin' block buried

[Chorus: Sada Baby & 28AV]
Hmm, gang gang, get the world with our fabs up
Huh, on top, no shooters in the land up
7 miles to Seattle with the Nash ton, huh
On the block with them straps, you can't find us, ho
I got twin chops in the 4-54, bitch
Painting shit red like Benjamin Moore, bitch
We gon' turn up boy, even out the score, bitch
Tapped in with what you got, AK galore, bitch

[Verse 2: Sada Baby]
Now it's huntin', we be out here all night till the daylight
Hood took the barrel off the chop so he could spray right, huh
Make my n***a AF take you out like it's date night, huh
Big apes smokin' [?] scuba gray right, huh
Red beam make a n***a stop like a red light
Lil blood always shootin' n***as like he can't fight, huh
Lil blood always shootin' n***as, like to take lives
Well any n***a can't drive no four, and he ain't mine
I keep hoes ridin' round this bitch like it's a rodeo
And my dead homies [?] it be wrong
If your dead homies knew my n***a block, he prolly the reason that he dead
On my mama boys, fucked up, it's sad
[Chorus: Sada Baby & 28AV]
Hmm, gang gang, get the world with our fabs up
Huh, on top, no shooters in the land up
7 miles to Seattle with the Nash ton, huh
On the block with them straps, you can't find us, ho
I got twin chops in the 4-54, bitch
Painting shit red like Benjamin Moore, bitch
We gon' turn up boy, even out the score, bitch
Tapped in with what you got, AK galore, bitch (Huh)

[Verse 3: Sada Baby]
Keep my back then I'm on, ain't talkin' 'bout right or wrong
Fucked your bitch from OnlyFans off the camera phone
N***as know I ran it up, never had no loan
Big blood, skubaru, I'm bad to the bone, huh
Up the drac', then I'm stayed aimin' at your dome, huh
Gettin' scraped then I flee, n***a I'll be gone

[Verse 4: 28AV]
Big boy chop hop out through the lambo
Now he duckin' backwards, fuck it, leave him stiff, bro
Yeah there's somethin with those suckas, we gon' slide our bellies
He got booked on purpose boy, we finna find his reli'
Yeah I got that on my mind, I feel like YN Melly
All that 'sace on my drip, and that's the donatelli
[Chorus: Sada Baby & 28AV]
Hmm, gang gang, get the world with our fabs up
Huh, on top, all shooters in the land up
7 miles to Seattle with the Nash ton, huh
On the block with them straps, you can't find us, ho
I got twin chops in the 4-54, bitch
Painting shit red like Benjamin Moore, bitch
We gon' turn up boy, even out the score, bitch
Tapped in with what you got, AK galore, bitch