[Intro]
(Ayy, Wheezy outta here)
(Chopsquad DJ)

[Verse 1: King Von]
I keep a .40, don’t play with me, n***a, I’m quick to go slide on a bitch (Boom, boom)
He talkin’ reckless, his ass got dropped, now he up in the sky with his clique (Huh?)
I was on go since I was a shorty, you know I was itchin’ to blitz (What?)
You n***as be soft, you n***as be hoes, your bro got smoked and you ain’t do shit (Pussy)
Hopped in the rental, we slid through his block, left his ass slumped on the fence (Boom)
I don't do Twitter, we pull up in person, fuck all that typin’ and shit (Nah)
Big ass Glock on me, came with a switch, send a fuckboy straight to the pit (Hell)
Hollows gon’ chew through his chest like a steak, now his whole family sick (Damn)

[Verse 2: Big Slade]
They know how we comin', we stomp on a opp, turn his face to somе mud (Boom)
Chop got a beam, that bitch like a doctor, it give out a chеck-up with slugs (Brrt)
I keep a stick, don't think I’m a lick, ‘cause I’ll let it rain in the club (Boom, boom)
N***a was flexin', I made his ass strip, now he ain't got shit but his blood (Pussy)
I just might hop out the back with the Drac', knock off his top like a cap (Boom)
Ain't no remorse when I aim at his dome, he won't make it back to his trap (Nah)
N***as be cappin', they ain't on the block, they ain't never been in the trap (Lame)
We catch him lackin', his momma start cryin’, I told that bitch, “Go check the map” (Pussy)

[Verse 3: King Von]
You know how I rock, I’m slidin’ with Glocks, that F&N knock off his hat (Boom)
N***a was tough ‘til we pulled up on him, now he ain't got shit to say back (Nah)
I don’t do fights, I keep me a pipe, send a n***a straight through the mat (Gone)
He thought he was safe, caught him at the light, turned that lil’ bitch to a pack (What?)
Ayy, fuck all that talkin’, let’s get it in blood, let’s see who really gon’ step (Step)
You n***as be hoes, y'all duckin' the smoke, we sendin’ them shots at your neck (Boom)
And I don’t be runnin', I’m chasin’ a bag, but I still leave n***as in debt (Bitch)
Blick on my side, I’m keepin’ it tucked, that Glock like a teacher, it test (Boom)
[Verse 4: Big Slade]
Heard he was lackin', we ran up on him, now he ain't got no more breath (Dead)
Hollows gon’ eat through his vest, that n***a got cooked like a chef (Bitch)
I ain’t for the talkin', I’m ready to slide, my youngins gon’ leave that boy stretched (Blatt)
Fuck all that cryin', his momma gon’ miss him, but I ain't got nothin' but threats (Pussy)
Say he want smoke? Bitch, I got a chimney, I’m lettin' these hollows connect (Boom)
30-round drum, that bitch like a movie, I'm lettin' it play through his chest (Damn)
He thought he was tough ‘til we caught him alone, now he in a box like the rest (Bitch)
Slidin’ with killers, my n***as gorillas, we step like some boots in the west (Grrr)

[Outro: King Von & Big Slade]
Fuck n***a dead, he shouldn't have been talkin’ (Boom)
Hollows gon’ rip through his body, no coffin (Damn)
Pull up with choppas, we clear out his posse (Brrt)
That n***a a stain, his ass like a target (Bitch)
He ain't want smoke, he ain't really want problems (Nah)
I keep a stick, I ain’t with all the talkin’ (Boom)
Bitch, this the gang, you know how we rockin' (What?)
Dead end street, you ain't got no options (Gone)