[Intro: JasonMartin]
Blxst
Hahahaha, aw shit, yeah

[Chorus: Hitta J3 & JasonMartin]
Do yo gudda (What) d-do yo gudda (Yeah)
D-do yo gudda, do yo gudda (Ay)
Go from your head to your waist (To your waist)
Go from your head to your waist (Uh)
Do yo gudda (Ay) like you holdin’ two straps
Then throwing on your ski mask
Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda
D-do yo gudda
Do yo gudda, like you holdin’ two straps
Then throwing on your ski mask
Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda (What, what)
D-do yo gudda (Diamond!)

[Verse 1: JasonMartin]
First off, R.I.P 4
Compton, California in case you didn't know
All up on Durham with a pretty white ho (Woo)
Made it out the hood but I'm still psycho (What)
Kid wanna play, better call Tyco (What)
Money always right n***a, no typo
Stay high in the sky like my next flight go
Do my thug, one glove, I'm the next Michael (Yee, yee)
Gudda, gudda, go bad on 'em (Bad on 'em)
Synchronize the surprise, have 'em land on 'em (Bah)
Back when Bone had the cut in '88, no fake
Shout to L, Lil Doug and Baby Eiht (What)
Chachi king
[Chorus: Hitta J3]
Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda
D-D-Do yo gudda
Do yo gudda, go from your head to your waist
Go from your head to your waist
Do yo gudda, like you holdin' two straps
Then throwin' on your ski mask
Do yo gudda (Hitta) d-do yo gudda (Hitta)
D-do yo gudda

[Verse 2: Hitta J3]
(Hitta J3) Straps, I keep two
They want an explanation, but pigs, I don't speak to
Nuclear bombs, we making the most noise
Boys n the Hood, I'ma do 'em like Doughboy
Go, here comes the sirens, block is hot as the irons
Swerving on Avalon, reppin' the deuce like Bobby Johnson
Glocks, treat 'em like rubber, got both of 'em like crutches
Come deep like we on some buckets, ride through with no interruptions
From your head to your waist, they do it in every city
With my Chucks and my Dickies, I’m on Ciroc like I’m Diddy
Aim for his head, knock him right out his Cortez
Not only a dance it’s your regular program

[Chorus: Hitta J3]
Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda
D-D-Do yo gudda
Do yo gudda, go from your head to your waist
Go from your head to your waist
Do yo gudda, like you holdin' two straps
Then throwin' on your ski mask
Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda
D-do yo gudda
[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
I'ma do my gudda like it's my bread and butter
Hit my n***a on his cell, Lil L, that's my brother
Tell me that a female wanna fuck with the K-Dot
Eat it up then beat it up, my M.O. baby, may I?
Two times, I do mines, I knew mines, I do fine
I keep bread and croutons, we bust heads then move on
What’s happenin'? I'm bagging through a bitch and gettin' richer
Bought some toys for the kids, bought a chopper for my n***a, yup
And I'm jiggin' in the function
I throw my arms up with my index finger pumpin'
A brand new dance coming straight up out of Compton
Lil K-Dot from the A-Block and I'm Rosecrans thuggin', huh

[Verse 4: YG]
(Gunshots) Ayy, that's how I sound when I get off
Tree Top, Bompton, hold up, let me get my shit off
Strapped, hope I don't get caught, hold up, let me shit talk
The 745 and Rosecrans had them pissed off
My gudda keep a sluggie and a kit that holds numbers
'Cause I be in that Porsche flyin' through the bity all summer
Ducking from the undercovers on my second level
I'm still in the streets now ‘cause half of you motherfuckers (Ay)
Fronting with the Chuck Ts
This my creed, this my steez, n***a on P's
Ninth grade at Paramount High, I was fucking edgy
Socking out any motherfucker that couldn't stand me
I did my gudda
[Chorus: Hitta J3]
Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda
D-D-Do yo gudda
Do yo gudda, go from your head to your waist
Go from your head to your waist
Do yo gudda, like you holdin' two straps
Then throwin' on your ski mask
Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda
D-do yo gudda

[Bridge: Hitta J3]
You can love it or can hate
But I got it just in case
Grab em, pull 'em off your waist, like you aiming for his face
Like your aiming for his face
You can love it or can hate
But I got it just in case
Grab em, pull em off your waist, like you aiming for his face
Like you aiming for his face, Hitta

[Chorus: Hitta J3]
Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda
D-D-Do yo gudda
Do yo gudda, go from your head to your waist
Go from your head to your waist
Do yo gudda, like you holdin' two straps
Then throwin' on your ski mask
Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda
D-do yo gudda, do yo gudda