[Intro: Scribz & Monkey]
Pacman TV
Fuck you and your dead homies
Fuck Pistol P
N***as wanna act like they see us in the field and keep it steppin'
Do the fucking running legs 'n' shit
6-6-6-67
N***a's dashing poles 'n' shit, remember that?
Squa'
Squa'
Add a K and you can hold some corn (Corn)
Skrr, gun smoke, bang (Devil's play)
67

[Chorus: Dimzy]
About you in the field, you just in your crib, bitch stop lying
We got smokey things and we smoking things, bitch be frying
I'm OJ, so fuck O tray, bitch be frying (T Trizzy)
About you trap rappers with your dead stack, you ain't got no clients
Fuck the opps, we be on the A with anything that's frying (Boom, boom)
I'll be in Notre Dame with them smoky things
You know corn's been flying (Boom, boom)
You ain't been near in your life, who you trying to gas up? The kids?
(Fuck the opps)
And your baby momma be bopping, yeah, she can swallow them kids (She suck)
[Verse 1: Scribz]
Fuck Stizzy, 674 run Bricky
You talking shanks, pussy n***a I walk with straps
Got a .44 and a fucking MAC
Let me make it clear: I don't fuck with 'Raq
I love my n***a 'cause his dotty shack (Boom)
He ain't done shit for like six years, now the fuckboy talking tough on tracks (How?)
Back to that map
He tried to run, we hit him in his back (Bang)
We had sweets in that dotty tray but we rast his ass with the flipping mac
67, we rollin' (67, we rollin')
I got a three litre, it's stolen
I know a young thot and she scoping
She gives the green light and we're smokin' (Smokin')
You ain't been doing drills
You up in your house, you ain't been in no fields (Nah)
I've been making P's and I've been smoking beef and you talking about kaning and n***a you killed (Who you killed, son?)
You ain't been on my hill
You up in your house, you ain't been in no fields (Nah)
Putting work on the streets, we all over the beef, and you ain't been on shit since your n***a got killed (Ugh!)

[Chorus: Dimzy]
About you in the field, you just in your crib, bitch stop lying
We got smokey things and we smoking things, bitch be frying
I'm OJ, so fuck O tray, bitch be frying (T Trizzy)
About you trap rappers with your dead stack, you ain't got no clients
Fuck the opps, we be on the A with anything that's frying (Boom, boom)
I'll be in Notre Dame with them smoky things
You know corn's been flying (Boom, boom)
You ain't been near in your life, who you trying to gas up? The kids?
(Fuck the opps)
And your baby momma be bopping, yeah, she can swallow them kids (She suck)
[Verse 2: Monkey]
67, add a four, got a couple skengs, need a couple more
(Skengs, skengs)
In that trap house, got both for me, I might need some more (Oh)
Young n***a getting it, tryna stack notes, fuck being poor
(Young rich n***a)
Been lurking on your estate like a fucking tour (I been there)
Posted up with them fucking skengs (Posted up)
Disrespect me, I'll dip your friend (Dipped)
Skrr-skrr, back to the ends (Skrr, skrr)
OT tryna get some bread (Money)
Bangin' dons cause my n***as bled
Opps run from me like I'm a black fed
Dotty spin on the black ped, wizzin' run tryna' clap heads (Skrr, skrr)
That dotty's local
Load it up, then go slap lead
Don't lack
Broad day, YT turnin' red
Big mac, whoosh man down leave him on his bed (Whoosh)

[Chorus: Dimzy]
About you in the field, you just in your crib, bitch stop lying
We got smokey things and we smoking things, bitch be frying (Rahh, rahh)
I'm OJ, so fuck O tray, bitch be frying (T Trizzy)
About you trap rappers with your dead stack, you ain't got no clients
Fuck the opps we be on the A with anything that's frying (Boom, boom)
I'll be in Notre Dame with them smoky things
You know corn's be flying (Boom, boom, boom)
You ain't been near in your life, who you trying to gas up? The kids?
(Fuck the opps)
And your baby momma be bopping, yeah, she can swallow them kids (She suck)