[Single verse]
Them man are some real life puss in boots
On the opp block, just grip and shoot
Hold on bro, spin this coupe
Do up jump out gang, stick man, then move
In the old days, where the fuck are you?
Grip my rambo and go dance in the 2
Them man couldn't dance in the T
Get your head back chopped, like we done Kung Fu
Man seen you in vids with my opp
So now you're an opp, lil n***a don't panic
What happened that day with Turner?
Man don't know but I heard he vanished
These Niners take vids on my block
Like, "Four in the morning", who are you catching?
That same yute got put in my blade and he takes videos on my block, just chatting
Big A got him two in the passy
Lil Jojo times two, no cap
I don't know for the yute in the back
You chill with my opp, you're a opp, that's facts
And Wavey wants to make diss-tracks
Pull up on him and that boy try dash
Someone hit him in his back, while man's up front swinnin' shanks at Snap
My n***a knew a soul got touched, so we circled again, tryna find us a rat
No one to be found on the map, some dumb civils try run from the gang
In the 9, we don't need no waps
Some fuck off shanks push in and dash
About time to move from the 9 from like 015 them boy been trash