[Intro: Wooski]
On cheedoe (We don't wanna talk)
Wop, how you know? (We don't wanna fuckin' talk, man)
GetYoShytSplack Gang, bitch (On cheedoe, y'all n***as know how we comin', man)
Huh, all that there (You bitch-ass n***as)
Come on, man, all this goof'-ass shit, man, y'all know how— (These n***as hoes out here, man, I ain't even finna—)
Ayy, Dooski, what's up, broski? (Bitch, we out here gettin' 'nat gang-gang, bitch, you n***as put up)
Gang members only, bitch (On foe 'nem grave, n***a)
On cheedoe (Gang, R.I.P. and free the guys)
Wop

[Chorus: Wooski]
You can't hang where I hang, n***a, we some shooters (We some shooters, shooters)
You better stay up in your lane, n***a, we some shooters (Shooters, shooters)
All my killers really insane, n***a, we some shooters (Shooters)
Fuck you and whatever you claim, n***a, we some shooters (We some shooters)
All we know is bang, n***a, we some shooters (Some shooters)
Turned up in this bitch with the gang, n***a, we some shooters
Won't let this shit get to my brain, n***a, we some shooters (Some shooters)
He on the news, we gave him fame, n***a, we some shooters (Shooters)

[Verse 1: Wooski]
Rest in peace Lieutenant Tooka, all these fuckin' shooters (Shooters, bitch)
We shoot shit like a Dream Team, but no, we not no hoopers (Not no hoopers, huh)
He caught a bullet from that Ruger, now I see right through ya (I see right through ya)
I'm on their ass like Freddy Kreuger, but with that bazooka (With that bazooka)
Don't bring that bitch around the gang if you don't wanna lose her (Don't wanna lose her)
Gettin' to the mula, shipment of dope just came in from Cuba (Came in from Cuba)
Ha, Glocks, Lugers, and Tecs with the coolers (With the coolers)
Haha, it's crackin', you lackin', n***a, what's to you? (BDK)
Wop still finessin', juggin', and jumpin' gates (Jumpin' gates)
Wop Wop come through and whack him if he drop the rakes (Glah)
Get popped, we masked up because no face, no case
These n***as fake and they some snakes, and they be talkin' to the Jakes (Jakes)
We get busy, n***a, why lie? (Why lie?)
King Opp BDK, bitch, die Y (Die Y)
I ain't never, ever, ever did a drive-by (Drive-byin' bitch)
Bail out at you flatline, n***a, bye-bye (Bye-bye)
That seventy-popper spread like Wi-Fi (Wi-Fi)
'Nother opp found dead, don't cry now (Cry now, BDK, bitch)
Now it's back to countin' bread, get it sky high (Sky high)
You don't really want war, n***a, why try?
[Chorus: Wooski & Dooski Tha Man]
You can't hang where I hang, n***a, we some shooters (We some shooters, shooters)
You better stay up in your lane, n***a, we some shooters (Shooters, shooters)
All my killers really insane, n***a, we some shooters (Shooters)
Fuck you and whatever you claim, n***a, we some shooters (We some shooters)
All we know is bang, n***a, we some shooters (Some shooters)
Turned up in this bitch with the gang, n***a, we some shooters
(Scrapp Gang, MOB shit, man, y'all know how the fuck we comin', man)
Won't let this shit get to my brain, n***a, we some shooters (Some shooters)
(You know how the fuck I'm comin', n***a, I ain't gotta say too much, ayy, you know what it is)
He on the news, we gave him fame, n***a, we some shooters (Shooters)

[Verse 2: Dooski Tha Man]
Ayy, I'm the type run with the shooters (I'm the type run)
You the type run from a shooter (You the type run)
I got a bond with the shooters (Yeah, yeah)
If they get caught, I just bond out the shooters
You can run up, I'll do you (Yeah)
I fuck with Wooski, they do it for Tooka (They do)
I gotta at least buy a [?] on my Ruger ([?] on my Ruger)
Pull up with Rooga, that's Rooga and Rugers (That's Rooga and Rugers)
Ayy, whenever you mention' Dooski, you better mention a movie, man (You better mention)
I gotta watch how I move, I won't get shot by a goofy (I won't get shot)
No, I won't get shot by a lame (Nah)
If you approach me, I put the July to your brain (I put the July to—)
A lot of the opps not on a thing (Not on a thing)
You mention my name, get sent to the grave, n***a (Man, fuck them bitch-ass n***as, man)
Wop, that four-nick' hit him, you should've saw his body drop
Lil Moe kept shootin', I kept tellin' lil' bro to stop (Tell him stop)
We come through blowin', give a fuck about the cops (Fuck the opps and cops)
Fuck the opps, they snitchin', damn, they got the block hot (Got the block hot)
We ain't offerin' a peace treaty
Usually, with that, get clapped up, six feet (Six feet)
Or get set up by a eat-eat
Soon as we come out, get clapped up with DEs (With DEs)
Two Berettas on me
I keep my gun, is you ready, homie? (Is you ready?)
I'm with the killers that killed your homie (Yeah)
And you n***as still ain't turn up for 'em yet, bitch
[Chorus: Wooski & Dooski Tha Man]
You can't hang where I hang, n***a, we some shooters (We some shooters, shooters)
You better stay up in your lane, n***a, we some shooters (Shooters, shooters)
All my killers really insane, n***a, we some shooters (Shooters)
Fuck you and whatever you claim, n***a, we some shooters (We some shooters)
All we know is bang, n***a, we some shooters (Some shooters)
Turned up in this bitch with the gang, n***a, we some shooters (Foe 'nem grave, n***a, I'll run up and do it, you bitch-ass n***as, but I ain't gon' say too much, though)
Won't let this shit get to my brain, n***a, we some shooters (Some shooters)
He on the news, we gave him fame, n***a, we some shooters (Shooters)

[Outro: Dooski Tha Man]
On foe 'nem grave, n***a
My n***as shooters, n***a
Load up, reloadin', we goin' right back through
Huh, wop
Wop, wop
Wop, wop, wop