[Verse 1: Choirboy]
Don't do black music
Don't do white music
Stomp a motherfucker out you playing with ya life music
Get right, get you through the night music
You ain't really know what the fuck is our music
Flow (?) prolly had the same shit
Same (?)
Bang it
(?)
He same shit
Toof Gang gang gang gang shit
Embrace your fame and fade away don't make another sound
Hate to see the pictures of my family when I'm not around
(?) stacking (?) who be stuntin now
Fuck around with one of them you get a couple hundred rounds
Enough is enough boy now (?) fucc boy
Shit get hard where we fucking live at
Time to get the checc now where my fucking shit at

[Hook: Choirboy & *Ouija Macc*]
-Duct tape (*checc!*)
-Boxcutter (*checc!*)
-Chainsaw (*checc!*)
-Holy water (*checc!*)
-Bulletproof (*checc!*)
-Motherfucker (*checc!*)
-Getting to it (*checc!*)
-Fucking up a (*checc!*)
-(?) (*checc!*)
-War paint (*checc!*)
-Gasalina (*checc!*)
-Full tank (*checc!*)
-Bulletproof (*checc!*)
-Motherfucker (*checc!!!*)
-Getting to it (*checc!!!*)
-Fucking up a (*checc!!!*)
[Verse 2: Ouija Macc]
Bass don't drop til Los say the bass drop
Okay the bass dropped
Four days hard in the paint bring the fangs out
Oh lord something body brains finna hang out
Toof Gang pitbull beasts in this motherfucker
Yo dogs looking
Hoes gon' flock like bees to a motherfucka
Louie V riding for a week in this motherfucka
Ouija where are you?
Shaking a doll, you!
I came to warn you
Death is upon you
Real motherfuckas gon' respect this
Suckas getting robbed for they necklace
Bitch boy wanna talk reckless
Ima have to run through the checclist

[Hook]