[Intro: Live Grenade]
We fuckin’ ride on you hatin’ bitches

[Chorus: Live Grenade]
Killin’ these little hatin’ bitches
Our trigger finger itches
Got the Glock, we on your block
Puttin’ haters deep down into ditches
Killin’ these little hatin’ bitches
Our trigger finger itches
Got the Glock, we on your block
Puttin’ haters deep down into ditches

[Verse 1: Black Zodiak]
Black Zodiac hangin’ out in the back
Spittin’ on this track, don’t front or we attack
Gun is all racked, ain’t fake, we always pack
We sniffin’ up the crack, gonna get the Platinum plaque
The guns are in their holster, learn to shoot the toaster
We’re drivin’ in the roadster because we the street soldiers
Pullin’ out the lot, drinkin’ all the shots
Bodies fuckin’ rot, we’re writin’ out plots
When the Zodiac starts drinkin’ whiskey
That’s when shit becomes so risky
My gun is feelin’ pretty frisky
Never shot, your bullets all missed me
[Chorus: Live Grenade]
Killin’ these little hatin’ bitches
Our trigger finger itches
Got the Glock, we on your block
Puttin’ haters deep down into ditches
Killin’ these little hatin’ bitches
Our trigger finger itches
Got the Glock, we on your block
Puttin’ haters deep down into ditches

[Verse 2: Frankie G and (Undead Slayer)]
Wait, hold up, oh fuck, oh no
Got these haters in a choke hold
I like ya, but I’ll tell ya, my nine sure don’t
1 shot, 2, 3 fuckin’ 4, I’ll make you bitches hit that floor
(Damn Frankie, you loco!)
How many n***as pilin’ in my four-door?
(I see 3!)
Fuck no, 3 in the back with a girl on my lap
This hoe gettin’ low, she’s such a pro
I don’t give a fuck what I say
I just spit like my AK can spray
I’ll make some n***as dead today
Cause Matt fuckin’ made me this way
I know bitches don’t want some beef
Or else yo family will feel some grief
Let’s take this shit out to the street
But I shoot first, I don’t wait to speak (bitch!)
[Chorus: Live Grenade]
Killin’ these little hatin’ bitches
Our trigger finger itches
Got the Glock, we on your block
Puttin’ haters deep down into ditches
Killin’ these little hatin’ bitches
Our trigger finger itches
Got the Glock, we on your block
Puttin’ haters deep down into ditches

[Verse 3: Matt Capone and (Live Grenade)]
In the Cadillac, it’s got them shiny rims
Playin’ with these bitches like a violin
Don’t give a fuck, I don’t civil
Many guns, shit’s my arsenal
Bats, gats, straps, mask, start a war
Eatin’ y’all alive, I’m a carnivore
Guns eatin’ nicotine, smokin’ more than me
I’m with the crew, they’ll go to the war with me!
Oh yeah, I’m sure they all agreed
That we making them bleed
In the car, comin’ full fuckin’ speed
(Yo, Matt, don’t smoke all the weed!)
Don’t get mad cause it’s us you’re facin’
This gonna be Freddy fuckin’ with Jason
Y’all little faggots fuckin’ with my patience
(There’s a shoot out on down on Franklin!)
[Chorus: Live Grenade]
Killin’ these little hatin’ bitches
Our trigger finger itches
Got the Glock, we on your block
Puttin’ haters deep down into ditches

[Bridge: Live Grenade and (All)]
Yo, put your guns fuckin’ up!
S-s-scream what the fuck!
(W-w-what the fuck!)
Six shooters go fuckin’ up!
We’re down to ride, (down to ride!)
Takin’ shots, you faggots will fuckin’ die
We’re down to die, (down to fuckin’ die!)
C’mon motherfucker, we’re gonna fuckin’ ride

[Verse 4: Undead and (all)]
Black hat, sideways, holdin’ the AK
Trigger finger, bitches get smoked, it’s an ashtray
Nods yo head, bitch, who’s fuckin’ listening?
After your death, we’ll move our position
(Pop pop!)
Heart fuckin’ stops (stops!)
I ain’t scared to cock (cock!) my gun
We shoot for fun, that’s how we fuckin’ won
Sell some weed, then I sell some more
Better pay up or I’ll grab my .44
Some truth to that, weed and gat
You don’t wanna know, so leave it at that

[Outro: Live Grenade, Undead Slayer, and (Black Zodiak)]
We fuckin’ ride on you hatin’ bitches
We fuckin’ ride on you
R-r-ride on you hatin’ bitches (oh!)