[Verse 1: Eastside Reup]
Bitch, I run with all the killers and the trappers
On god, say my name one more time, we gon' wack him
No lie, I put work on the road and I rewrap it
My [?] Bloods [?] bitch, they [?]\

[Verse 2: Skilla Baby]
It be all bad bitches in my section
I used to work, now I rap, what a blessing
I don’t trust n***as, fuck n***as, learned my lesson
My white boy racest, [?] complection

[Verse 3: Eastside Reup]
Just had a hundred grams coming off the 104 [?]
[?] 48's and a scale on the dresser
I got on three stripes, bet a n***a ain't gon’ check them
A n***a lose his life, if he coming at me wreckless

[Verse 4: Skilla Baby]
A ho n***a or a rat, I can't [?]
I swing on a n***a in Atlanta, if he brave
Scoop the dirty money out the mud, got [?]
[?] five other n***as [?] bricks, that's my [?]

[Verse 5: Eastside Reup]
N***as knowing how we coming, bitch, we heavy pressed
Get a n***a dropped [?] tech
I'ma run through the bag, til ain't a quarter left
If you ain't shopping with your baby, why you ordered that?
[Verse 6: Skilla Baby]
We [?] ho down
Soon as the road slow down, back to Motown
I don't ride roller coasters, mary go round
Dawgy say [?] show [?]