[Intro]
Lil Neil on the track, so you know the beat retar—
Ayy, Chris, what you on, bro?
Gimme a joke
What you on, bro? (Doin' shit, back when I was doin' this shit), hah
Ayy, it's YoungBoy (I ain't on shit)
You already know me, alright, I ain't on shit, n***a
I'm on that same shit, gang shit

[Chorus]
Murder gang, big boolin' shit (Boolin')
Smokin' dope on some coolin' shit (Coolin')
Don't tell me to go fuck with it
N***a, if you don't want do this shit
Tell me how you won't do this shit
FN, Glock, MAC-10s
Comin' at me on no foolish shit (Bitch)
Pullin' in, we spray 'em then (Lay down)
N***as steady chokin' from the gun smoke (Pop-pop)
These n***as start to runnin' when my gun blow (Pop-pop)
This shit can go each way, we gon' let it blow (Pop-pop)
Pull up, choppers at your throat (Pop), knockin' at your door

[Verse]
I roll like ahks, we gon' have some problems (Yeah)
Pussy n***a, who wan' do it with the dada? Yeah
Whack shit, spray this bitch all at your mama (Brrap)
Or at your mammy, whatever you wan' call her (Ahh, bitch)
I'ma walk in with a thirty stick (Thirty)
Move wrong, I'ma shoot this bitch (Ha)
Say somethin', I ain't goin' back on nothin' (Nah)
Load up, bullet through that shit (Through it)
Long cutter with the coolin' kit
Hold a shotta, real strong it kick (Through his ass)
Kill 'em all, I don't know who to get (Buck)
Lay 'em down, and that stupid bitch
No Uno, I got Herm on guard
Wildin' out with these murder cards
Slime n***a, that's Blood gang (Slime)
Ridin' 'round with that murder squad (Squad)
Who said they gon' kill AI?
Fuck n***a, they don't know YoungBoy
Broke n***as gon' see these cars (Gon' see these cars)
Pullin' up, hoppin' out with rods
[Chorus]
Murder gang, we just boolin' shit
Smokin' dope on some coolin' shit (Coolin')
Don't tell me to go fuck with it
N***a, if you don't want do this shit (Yeah)
Tell me how you won't do this shit (Baow)
FN, Glock, MAC-10s
Comin' at me on no foolish shit
Pullin' in, we spray 'em then (Lay down)
N***as steady chokin' from the gun smoke
These n***as start to runnin' when my gun blow (Pop-pop)
This shit can go each way, we gon' let it blow
Pull up, choppers at your throat, knockin' at your door

[Outro]
Hah (What you on, bro?) Yeah, huh (We gon' let it blow)
You know what it is, 4K Trey, Northside 38 (Choppers at your throat)
Ain't nobody safe, we put guns to the face, who gon' die today?
Ol' bitch-ass n***a, slime
Blood gang, big boolin' shit, yeah, hah
Smokin' dope on some coolin' shit
Yeah, you know what it is, free Choppa Boy