[Intro]
What's the word, C4?

[Chorus]
Purgin' on they set 'til I get finished
Told lil' folks if you gon' spin, bet' not come back 'til one 'nem missin'
No cappin' it, we posted knee-deep in the field for my lil' n***as
We can do shootouts but the drop better than wastin' all these bullets
Ion' really gotta pay for none of my shooters, we all grew up right there on Christian
We don't do no drills without no switches, but this lil drop for us, gon' get it
Too much damn blood was shed up in the score that my mind been fixin'
Lil' Livvy scope the block, hop out the car
Walk down and get to blickin', make sure I get him, ayy

[Verse]
Killers with me in the mix ready for whatever
The opps in my DM's, Ion' text back, we put shit on a stretcher
It ain't that much to have yo' homie, box you in and make it happen
Glock in my purple jeans on stage, go ahead and reach, bet G-Boy clappin'
PO on dick, told me, "Don't do that show", I turnt it up even better
I heard 'bout so and so, doin' this and that, no SAT come testers
We lost some soldiers but got back, now it's too much, we just gon' mention
He died with him and him, when he get shot
It's a shame how they left these n***as helpless
This one opp used to talk crazy, it's sad how he died
My shooter had 15, filled him with 7, told him "Keep 5"
We used to tote XD's, now it's all G-locks, bitch, I keep mine
Yo' shooter got boxed in thinkin' with his dick, how he got Simba'd
My killers scam, but some my scammers kill, that's just how we ride
In my lungs, yo' homie 3-5
We paint the block in red, my shorty died playin' that d-line
We don't got patience, bro gon' pull up quick to get this beat fried
I can't do social talk, 'cause when I tweak, you gon' see we slide
Our stolies lettin' that stick fly
Ain't losin' no high speed, If I get caught, I'm goin' do Meech time
Free Rock, I'm mad that bitch lied
We known to stand on business, ask 'bout shh, why you think he died?
He took two to the face and still survived, God was on his side
New ARP came with a scope, my shooters blitz when I say "Go"
Spot 'em, got 'em, let it blow, walk down in Amiri jeans
He ran but couldn't get far from me
Hanging out the window lettin' that Glick spit and rip through your team
[Chorus]
Purgin' on they set 'til I get finished
Told lil' folks if you gon' spin, bet' not come back 'til one 'nem missin'
No cappin' it, we posted knee-deep in the field for my lil' n***as
We can do shootouts but the drop better than wastin' all these bullets
Ion' really gotta pay for none of my shooters, we all grew up right there on Christian
We don't do no drills without no switches, but this lil drop for us, gon' get it
Too much damn blood was shed up in the score that my mind been fixin'
Lil' Livvy scope the block, hop out the car
Walk down and get to blickin', make sure I get him, ayy