[Intro]
(Neil goin' nonstop)
(Samba Beats)

[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
Huh? Took a picture on they block
'Gain, pew-pew-pew-pew-pew, a lil' n***a got shot, huh
I don't want no problems with you, just don't be an opp
I ain't pull up in the Stryker, I pulled up in a drop

[Verse 1: Skilla Baby]
I ain't never got nothin' less than a ten on me
But this ain't no Hi-Point, this FN on me
I took a picture on they block, I should've pissed on it (Huh?)
Young rich n***a, 'Miri jeans, Rick Owens (Huh?)
Pulled up on they block, I ain't see no pits on the street
Man, these n***as broke as hell, hits goin' for cheap
They say they gon' kill me, but I'm still on my feet
A lot of them dead, a couple still walkin' weak (Huh?)

[Verse 2: CRASH RARRI]
You gotta stay alert and rеad the room, act like a testamеnt
Blicky on me, can't walk in your club unless my section in
Hickeys on me, go below the belt, I'm not affectionate
Put it on me, dress a car compressor, this shit cost a Benz
See the snakes around me, got Medusa on my fuckin' lens
My bitch cool as hell, she real as hell, but I'm gon' fuck her friends
I can pay your rent for what I spent if you just twerk and bend
Out here rollin' dubs just like I'm Snoop, but this ain't juice and gin
Oh, yeah, I'm RARRI, baby
I got baguetties 'round my neck, look like Bacardis, baby
I'm out here crushin' on these whores, that's called a Charlie, baby
They seasick tryna ride my wave, these n***as gnarly, baby
Pistol in the party, baby
[Verse 3: Hitta J3]
This bitch'll hit the road with a load of 'em
Steppin' on shit, another bonecrusher
I don't wanna fuck you, mami, throw somethin'
Bitch, this Drac' with me hold a whole hundred
The bitch you n***as call your girl, she wanna fuck the most
I told Skilla when it's smoke, the opps turn to ghost
Five years ago, a lot of rappers wasn't bangin'
Wrap his head with a bandage, that bitch barely made it
Let him steal from the pot, chop his hand off
Bare face in broad day, take the mask off
If it ain't the Hellcat, slide out the Trackhawk
N***as love sneak dissin', this your last draw
Damaged from this shit, got a numb heart
Whenever it's go time, I play a big part
Catch him in traffic, get parked

[Verse 4: Kerch Dolla]
What you know about the feds comin' and snatch your shooter?
N***as know my hands in it, but they can't go prove it
Hit a bitch the first night, like Nike, we just do it
Seen n***as strike out with that pipe, he wouldn't use it
If a n***a think he can fuck with me, it's amusing
If I up it, I'ma use it
Bitch say she don't wanna fuck me, she confused then
Ain't think I'm up 'cause the 'fit that I been movin'
You send shooters at the god, then you lose 'em
We caught him slippin' outside, it was a movie
If you ain't never caught a body, I might lose you
If you ain't scared, n***a, come outside when you choose to
I got n***as snitchin' on me, I hope they move wrong
You won't be the last n***a on a tombstone, tombstone
[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
Huh? Took a picture on they block
'Gain, pew-pew-pew-pew-pew, a lil' n***a got shot, huh
I don't want no problems with you, just don't be an opp
I ain't pull up in the Stryker, I pulled up in a drop