[Intro]
Boibin, haha

[Verse 1: BabySantana]
I call up on Tec' in case that lil' boy wanna talk down
If you see me and gang, then you know you better run now
And I ain't sparin' nothin', little boy, you gon' get gunned down
Experimenting with the Glock 'cause we shoot it for fun now
Choppa bullets goin' left right, if he talk down it's on sight
And we gon' run you over, little boy, it ain't no headlights
And we got Glocks, we don't fight, my shooter knock yo' head right
And just like it's the Purge, my whole gang we killin' all night

[Verse 2: Evvls]
Runnin' to the bag, n***as stealin' swag
Me and Tana off the map
Say you hard, boy, that's cap
Like it's Minecraft, we stack
And my pockets on fat
'Cause I fill 'em up with racks
Tana callin', I put 10K on yo' fuckin' wrist
Pussy boy, you broke, I put 10K on my fuckin' fit
Pussy talkin down, we gon' put еm on a fuckin' list
Gang-gang, you went from a gangster to a fuckin' bitch

[Verse 3: Yung Fazo]
We gon' run up with that gun up
My wholе gang, yeah, we incredible, we on the come up
If you talkin' down then we got choppas, we gon' get you done up
Me and Tana, we get high-high, 'til the sun up
Yeah, she ain't show me love back then (Ooh-hoo)
Like how many hoes, got like ten (Ooh-hoo)
Yeah, they hated but now, they just all my fans, yeah
And I stack it up, they watch me count my bands, yeah
[Verse 4: Slayer77]
Uh, I'm finna walk with fire
I do not care because, I'm finna keep it close
Checkin' him because he think he the man in this bitch, but he finna get hit in the nose
I'm finna get that bag for real, you stupid lil' bitch, I don't give a damn
And you already know that I'm not a child
And n***as know that I came with this shit tucked
Look at me, I don't got limiters
Oh my God, walkin' with vinegar, need an inhibiter
Oh my God, shawty angelic, she told me that she want my celibacy, I'm finna chill with her
Oh my God, I just be packin' and smackin' and all of my n***as attackin' him
Oh my God, shawty affectionate
Uh-uh-uh, n***a I'm puttin' my back in it (yeah)

[Verse 5: FarrellB]
Y-Y-Yeah, we killin' all night
This choppa it got fangs, rawr
Gone bite you, that's on sight
I just got that bag poured up 2 liters of that sprite
(P-P-Plug)
I just hit her once, pussy make me go night, night
N***as lift 'bout 40 to get hit with this 40
Shoutout to lil' Tana, you know that is my woadie
Choppa live that sweet life, Zack and Cody
That choppa got a beam and we gon' aim at ya brodie
[Verse 6: Surge]
We don't stop at red lights
Play with gang you dead, right?
Fuck 'bout what you said, right?
My bitch give me head right
I-I-I just popped a med bite
Th-these lil' boys be fed, right
Shooter got some dreads, right?
K-Kel-Tec, no, I won't fight
My-my-my-my choppa singin' figuero
I-I-I just wanna fuck, swear I don't need you, though
Too much diamonds on my mind, no I can't feed a hoe
C-call Tana with the choppa, know he keep a pole

[Verse 7: Slump6s]
Hit a n***a, it's gone make his head split
Strong shooter, lift his lil' body like a deadlift
But I pull up on him that n***a, swear he ain't said shit
That lil' hoe up on me she tellin' me I'm the best shit
N***a think he tough, then we givin' him the afterthought
Choppa like a eel, it's gone make him have a aftershock
Prayin' that I miss, so I'm callin' it a pastor Glock
Shooters finna' put em' in the sky like a astronaut

[Verse 8: yvngxchris]
Killin' all these n***as, I'ma slide off in the Bentley
I say shorty hella sexy, but you know I'm being friendly
Bitch I'm ridin' with the Glocky, pussy n***a, do not tempt me
She say, "yvngxchris, can you slide? I need your ass to break and bend me"
Bitch, I'm slidin' in the Vette
You pullin' up in Honda Civics
N***as love to say they ballin, bitch you, not even prolific
N***a, you not my gang, why the fuck you think that we can kick it?
Got a bitch, her name Dior, but I'm not steppin' in no Christians
[Verse 9: Xhulooo]
Get that bag, and run it up, you know I did that
If you talkin' down then we gon' pop you like a tic-tac
Sick-hit like baseball, you know I'm a hit that
Break em' like a kit-kat, draco blow his wig back
I got drakes, but I ain't talkin' bout Josh boy
Catch a opp boy, you know we gon' shoot just like we Blocboy
Body shoppin', we finna hunt you, bet not get knocked boy
Whole gang goin' crazy and we can't stop boy

[Verse 10: Raeusi]
D-D-Dash to that bag, money stretch like elastic
Put my choppa undertaker, put you in yo casket
Covid, I'm outta school, but I still made a classic
Can't see a damn thing, shoutout Xhu
(Where's my glasses?)
I get on the mic make a hit
I am 'bout to fuck on yo bitch
You n***as are trash, I admit
My skill you will never touch it
They like "Rae, why you had to put that last part in?"
You pussy n***as might be babies fuck around and jack ya shit (Yeah)

[Outro: Marrgielaa]
Ayy, bruh, good shit, my n***a Santana, bruh
Shoutout everyone who hopped on this shit, bruh, this shit hard as fuck
If y'all listenin' right now, make sure y'all fuck with all the n***as on this shit
And if you ain't fuckin' with my n***a Santana, you a bitch
(Gun-Shot)