[Intro: YBT]
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on
Haha
Ayy

[Chorus: YBT]
They're like "Why you smokin' on these dead opps?"
What you're supposed to do with a dead opp?
They know I got the game in a headlock
Hit that bitch with this chop, made his head drop
Ayy, n***as know we swing like the Red Sox
They know we're posted up like a mailbox
Hollows out the .40 left him shell shocked
N***as thought they can hear when the shells drop
N***as thought they can hear when we came through
Oh you bad? Well my lil' n***as bang too
Watch my chopper gon' kick, like Kung-Fu
K.K.K, my lil' n***as will hang you
They're like yeah, my lil' n***as gon' find you
No white chalk, my lil' n***as'll blind you
Knock that bitch out his shoes, what that iron do
We pull up and pull out, like a drive-thru

[Verse 1: YBT]
They know we got the wave, tsunami
Clip full of bald heads like Ghandi
I might pull up in a ghost like Tommy
Labels know I'm hot, so they're tryna sign me
You might think I'm Nemo how they're tryna find me
You might think I'm Jesus, how they're tryna cross me
Just like a light switch, n***as tryna off me
The opps started rapping, that's when n***as lost me
[Verse 2: 50 Wiz]
Riding with this .50, [?]
Treat em like a pack, [?]
I ain't talking white, but I'm finna off 'em
[?]
You know I be with my 3
I catch him, we send 'em up like a tree
Should've never stepped to me
God done gave him his wings
I hop God gave him his halo
Cause my .40 gon do what I say so
I know you get the [?] like a elbow
They know we in the field like a scarecrow
They know we in the field like a farmer
And I run to that pack [?]
And I'll get in his hat like a barber
If that boy on his feet, then you know I'ma charge him

[Chorus: YBT]
They're like "Why you smokin' on these dead opps?"
What you're supposed to do with a dead opp?
They know I got the game in a headlock
Hit that bitch with this chop, made his head drop
Ayy, n***as know we swing like the Red Sox
They know we're posted up like a mailbox
Hollows out the .40 left him shell shocked
N***as thought they can hear when the shells drop
N***as thought they can hear when we came through
Oh you bad? Well my lil' n***as bang too
Watch my chopper gon' kick, like Kung-Fu
K.K.K, my lil' n***as will hang you
They're like yeah, my lil' n***as gon' find you
No white chalk, my lil' n***as'll blind you
Knock that bitch out his shoes, what that iron do
We pull up and pull out, like a drive-thru
[Verse 3: Joshy Balla]
Say you want war my n***a, lets bang it out
Get a gun, now these n***as act gangsta now
Call my shooter, I know he gon' take 'em down
Should've stuck to his genes just to make it out
Keep on reachin', get hit with a In-N-Out
She a thot, wanna see what this dick about
Sending shots, then I'm gon take a different route
He gon die on the scene, tryna get some clout
Got a bag, they be dissin' on Twitter now
Got a gun, now he think he a killer now
On the block with the gang with the members now
.40 or the Ruger, on gang, it's gon' sit 'em down

[Verse 4: FBM Camo]
Your big homie know that lead hot
We don't aim for the body just headshots
And I keep me a burner like Craig pops
And I'ma take off his fitted, them dreadlocks
On the gang, boy, I gotta keep spinnin'
When I shoot it, don't stop till it's finished
N***as know that Lil Camo a menace
Free the demon, he booked for a sentence
Any beat I get on, I rip it
Put your whip in the trees, I'ma flip it
N***as know that I'm straight from the trenches
Whip is stolen, the fuck is a ticket?
[Chorus: YBT]
They're like "Why you smokin' on these dead opps?"
What you're supposed to do with a dead opp?
They know I got the game in a headlock
Hit that bitch with this chop, made his head drop
Ayy, n***as know we swing like the Red Sox
They know we're posted up like a mailbox
Hollows out the .40 left him shell shocked
N***as thought they can hear when the shells drop
N***as thought they can hear when we came through
Oh you bad? Well my lil' n***as bang too
Watch my chopper gon' kick, like Kung-Fu
K.K.K, my lil' n***as will hang you
They're like yeah, my lil' n***as gon' find you
No white chalk, my lil' n***as'll blind you
Knock that bitch out his shoes, what that iron do
We pull up and pull out, like a drive-thru (Skrt)