[Intro]
(Turn me up, Trad)

[Verse 1]
I pray 12 don't witness how my squad hang out the window
We don't bring up mentions, we the ones who doin' the drillin'
You told and switched up on your dog, that's why your hood ain't fuckin' with you
I told my bitch, "If we gon' ride, I'm lettin' you know shit might get wicked"
Cartier wrist hittin', bitches flock 'cause I'm that n***a
I text her once, she let me fuck, and then I block and count my distance
Bitches love to say I'm cheatin' 'cause my bitch some competition
I mix Dior up in LV for all them times stuck in that system
Three-deep tryna bust, no kind of guidance, just his pistol
He got hit up with so much fire, they don't know which one of my killers killed him
We known for get back, ask the opps, that's why they clique, 'cause all these killers
I could say, "Ha, G Boy, do this and that," but I know 12 been listenin'
N***as dropped them disses, then ran scared when we start spinnin'
This shit can't be over, lil' bro died, he wasn't even near them
I told my driver to go straight, don't make that left, make sure we get 'em
I see the opps inside that Honda one more time, I bet we flip 'em
My youngin tryna prove a point, I don't think he care about no civilians
Back door open, he ain't know she gave the lo' to get him finished
When he got hit up on y'all block, y'all left him dead, why y'all ain't get him?
When we come through, every one of these shots rush to the head until you flip
I pour this drink to keep me calm, the opps be lyin' 'bout how they livin'
And I can't smoke no med at all, this all lil' shit inside might kill 'em
I told my bitch, "Do what you do, protect the bread, don't kill my image"
We don't clique with blocks 'cause we the ones who run the city
[Bridge]
That's lil' shit to us what you call braggin', I ran through twenty thou' with fashion
We glorified, spend cash on shit for all them times when we ain't have it
My killers locked in with the killers, that mean on blocks, we been gettin' active
Y'all homie died, y'all hit the stu' and shot a vid' instead of clappin'

[Verse 2]
Turn the oppers to a dancer
You know I'm with killers, kidnappers, and scammers
Shooters with me got no standards
Everybody pipe got a drum or a ladder
I got a bitch that'll set your ass right up, guarantee if you let her
I got a bitch that'll do anything for the gang if I just ask her

[Outro]
If I just ask her