[Intro: G Fredo]
Boo boo boom boo boo boom
Bitch get low (brrrrr)
N***as know how we play whole lotta that (7981 Kal)
NOB shit, you NOBK
You get smoked n***a (gang)
Dead opps
Bitch with a headshot (ayy) (free the fucking gang n***a)
We the real get back gang
Fuck n***as talkin' 'bout?
Ayo Kal you bomin' brodie

[Verse 1: 7981 Kal]
Ayo Fredo, go ‘head n***a (ayo Fredo)
Go grab the potato (potato)
Like he don’t know that I kill for the queso
So I pull up and give him a facial (radada)
He be talkin' that shit but that n***a a bitch
And we know he ain’t even like that (he ain’t even like that)
They be claiming we even but see me
I’m breathing that n***a can’t get his life back (can't get his life back)

[Verse 2: G Fredo]
Ayo Kal
I hope Jared’s killer bleeds and has a slow leak (slow leak)
Hit him all in his shit with the switches
Stand over that bitch ‘fore they smoke me (smoke me)
It’s walk down
I get the drop I'ma sit on their spot till they pop out
556's in my ARP and these green tips I got knock a cop down
[Verse 3: 7981 Kal]
Ride for the gang and die for the gang
So I live my life with no regrets (no regrets)
Whip my shit from side to side when I aim
Have my fully auto leave him wet (brrrrr)
Chillin' with the opps, n***a think he hot
Shit now he wanna send a threat (wanna send a threat)
Now I’m tryna get him ‘fore lil brody kill him
So we went ahead and made a bet

[Verse 4: G Fredo]
Wonder why Fredo walk with a limp
Why that bulge in his pants 'cause he walk with a stick
Got a fully on me when I spin on them kids
Nothin' less than a 30 gettin' dropped when I spin
Everybody got low when I slammed at their whip
Whole summer is slow for them n***as again
Thought we wasn’t on shit but it’s litty again
I feel bad for my opps most them n***as is dead

[Verse 5: 7981 Kal & G Fredo]
Bitch boy, yeah you put all them shots in my whip
But your mans got got in the whip (got in the whip)
Snitch boy, yeah you told on J Money and Mook
So you know when I catch you it’s lit (when I catch you it's lit)
Just remember my guys bout whatever
The glizzy on board and if not the beretta (beretta)
Why y’all throw all them shots in his sweater?
'Cause he was a bitch so my shotta got with him (my shotta got with him)
[Verse 6: G Fredo]
Who the fuck n***as think wanna bet
I slam on his ass every day 'til he dead ('til he dead)
Scratch him off of the list now who’s next
Got more slammers I still haven’t touched since we met (touched since we met)
And they know when I bring them shits out
I make sure n***as straight, everyone get a stick (everyone get a stick)
My lil shottas ain’t all got a chop
So they get them a switch, bitch retarded she stutter and spit

[Verse 7 / Outro: 7981 Kal]
See I got a Glock if a bro got a Glock
But I’d rather pull up with a tre five (with a tre five)
Get the drop from a bitch and pull up where he stay
Hit him all in his shit tell him take 5
Oppers want me dead but cannot get me
Fool he’s riding dirty in the renty
Fully auto shake him like he Diddy
Run these hollows racing through his kidney