[Verse 1: Eastside Reup]
I got new shit about to drop, these n***as in trouble
I put 20 on his head, and get him gone by the morning
Like n***a, what you need? I make the call and pull up on you
Just know that I ain't coming, less you tryna cop a hundred
I took like 20 grams, turned it to a hundred something
Slid on the opps' block, and we let off a hundred something
We want all the smoke, we don't run from nothing
And bro gon' make the call, then, bitch, you know I'm coming

[Verse 2: Skkilla Baby]
I seen n***as get shot with a Glock
I seen n***as go low and get popped in the tot
I really stood on the block with them rocks
I'd traid it all to pop at my pop
If I get high, I'm popping at opps
I cut my flip phone off to do this rap shit
Really sold blow at Walmart, I ain't no catfish

[Verse 3: Eastside Reup]
My flip phone still working, bitch, I'm still on
My [?] when they minutеs gone
Tryna pull up in the coupe with thе ceiling gone
Spent a quarter on my neck, bitch, who really froze?
All my n***as get money, bitch, who really on?
[Verse 4: Skilla Baby]
We gon' [?] the bag up, [?] get the pills gone
Say he really getting money, tag him in
Say he got a buss load, bag it in
My girlfriend say she got a girlfriend
Tag me in
Tag her friend
[?] choosing
Bitches [?]
Bitch [?] young n***a [?]
Tryna [?]

[Verse 5: Eastside Reup]
If I catch another case, I'm [?]
Get a n***a dropped with a mack, no computer
My Cali plug just hit me with a whole load of boes
I'ma drop them bitches right off on [?]
She wanna cop that lil shit, I don't sell that
Bought a half a brick, I could've went and bought a hellcat
Pissed off, I'm calling D-Bo, n***a, bring my scale back
Gotta use the tripple beam for real, 'cause this a big bag