[Intro]
(Brody, come in here)

[Verse 1: EBK Young Joc]
It was just me and broski, we went on a hot one (Just me and bro)
Bend they block like, "Hold on, stop, I think I got one" (Ayy, hold on, stop)
Beat they load up, don't give a fuck who ridin' shotgun
I had to switch it up a little, I am not done (I had to switch it up)
Dubs in my stacks like is you stupid? These are not ones (Ayy, what the fuck?)
That n***a cappin', stop the lyin', said he dropped what? (Ayy, what the fuck?)
Switch on the Glock and it's nothin' to lift this chop up (Lift it up)
Shit, drop the location, let's see who with the pop-ups (Ayy, let me see)
N***a, I got some bags to chase (I got some bags to chase)
It wasn't easy gettin' on, plus I had to wait (No)
You sittin' at my table, you gon' eat, cuddy, grab a plate (Ayy, cuddy, grab a platе)
My brother told me 'bout this time his partnеr crashed his Wraith
JackBoiiz, 12_7, bitch, I had to take (Bitch, I had to take)
That was my brother, not no more, that n***a had to hate (That n***a had to hate)
It's crazy, I won't touch a broke bitch, rather masturbate (Hell nah)
We through the bity in this load, it got no tags or plates
Up the shh, drop the ah, I'll tag your face
Woo, give him a paint job (Give him a—)
I know you wanna be like me, but you just ain't Joc
Get up on him, brother droppin' bully, I let K drop
Keep it goin', on my mama, I just can't stop (Ayy, keep it going)
Free Sleazy B, I can't wait until that case drop (Free the gang)
I ain't gon' lie, that's on bro, bitch, we hate opps
Wiggle through they section with this weapon givin' faceshots
When he seen me, you should've seen him, cuddy face dropped (You should've seen him)
He got a ghost, I ain't gon' lie, that's a fake Glock
Like Lil Baby said, we global now (Yeah, we global now)
I ain't have nothin' back then, so brodie showed me how (So brodie showed me how)
Ain't tryna fuck, I'm 'bout bucks, can you blow me down? (Bitch)
I get violent out in public, they like, "Oh, he wild" (They like, "Oh, he wild")
[Interlude: EBK Young Joc]
They like, "Oh, he wild"
I get violent out in public, they like, "Oh, he wild"

[Verse 2: Young Slo-Be]
Ayy (It's the gang)
Big 40 pokin' out, that mean it's kinda tucked
He keep talkin' 'bout a gun, you need to shut him up (Shut your ass up)
Why they keep talkin' 'bout they fly? Y'all some silly ducks
Popeye, we don't open cans, bitch, we open shots
Fuck n***a probably mad that he Papa Doc
But I play with big fifty, gotta pop an opp
On 2One, with a bitch and she can't come
Think I just saw another murder, n***a, red rum
Damn, that was a cold case
N***a, I could leave a trail and won't leave no trace
I could press a button on keyboard, it'll give a space
When they said he still alive, you should've saw my face
N***a, I just took your bitch, should've saw his face
Yeah, I got fifty shots for the dissin' crew
And my Glock squeezable, it shoot forty-two
You is a rapper makin' songs, you is not the dude
Ooh-wee, lil' bitch, you is not my boo (No, you not, ho)