[Intro: DC The Don]
Astro on the beat
Damn n***a, what the fuck?
Ayy, this is a Trademark production
Ayy

[Verse 1]
Boom-boom-pow when this shit get loud
N***as love to pop out when it's hot out (What?)
Bro kick, Bruce Lee, sent him out
'Cause we carry chopsticks when the opps out
I been on the east with some knucklehead n***as and some motherfucking white boy dropouts (East Side)
I don't fuck with no 9s (A-Astro got it runnin'), my brothers gon' kill this lil' ass bitch with a choppa (Grr-aah)
Pop up at his house, put his ass to sleep (Put his ass to sleep)
Shorty shaking ass, clap it to the beat (Shake it, clap)
They say, "Daij, why you ain't never on the east?" Ayy
Well, you a bird, bitch, all the fuck you do is tweet (Get the fuck off my dick)

[Chorus]
Glock in his mouth now he can't talk (Where he at?)
Bullets hit his body now he can't walk (Yeah)
Brodie switching sides, where the white chalk? (Where the fuck?)
Solid than a bitch, never took a loss, ayy

[Verse 2]
Astro draw the blood, Teezo rest in peace (Teezo rest in peace)
All up on my dick, I swear you n***as sweet
Ayy, shawty finna wild out, think I'm finna ride out
Since you got the cutter in his head, we can slide out
Don got a tank, hell yeah, I'ma fell out
Doing all that shit for a motherfucking shoutout
Gettin' on my motherfucking nerves (Ayy)
Point his ass out, it's a broke n***a alert (Point him out)
Make a fuck n***a bite down on the curb
I'ma kill that n***a's kid, you know that n***a Daij disturbed (Haha)
I'm in the club and I'm off it
I'm in your dentist, I'm flossing
Toss up your set, bitch, we moshing
Big chop on the bottom of that bitch (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Ayy, my lawyer said, "We got a case," get it dismissed (Ayy)
Big RoRo called on the phone, lil' bruh, I'm pissed (What the fuck?)
These n***as in the east tryna break back in my shit (Ayy)
Lil' bruh, I hit you, fuck you doin'? Bruh, I'm sick
I got a pack that need to be shipped
We got them racks, we banging the six
N***as out the Mil just tryna get rich
Burberry tee with an Audemars wrist
I don't gotta talk 'cause the bitch gon' glist
Bow-chika-wow-wow, ding-dong ditch
Hit a n***a, hit a n***a, one time diss
Got two sticks on me, Lilo and Stitch
Uh, pussy n***a, I'm hit your ass with a combo
Ballin' on these n***as, pass your bitch like I'm Rondo
I got thirty-thousand fucking racks in my condo
Eating eggs benedict, bitch, where my cilantro?
It's gon' fucking rain all season, where your poncho?
Hella cheese in my fucking pocket and it's not yours
East side 11, bitch
Big talk stepping, bitch
Make the chopper sing, John Legend, bitch
East side n***as know what I'm repping, bitch, don't walk up to my section
[Chorus]
Glock in his mouth now he can't talk (Where he at?)
Bullets hit his body now he can't walk (Yeah)
Brodie switching sides, where the white chalk? (Where the fuck?)
Solid than a bitch, never took a loss (Facts)