[Intro]
(Damn, JakeSand)

[Verse 1: Six Ward Von]
My boy gon' X a n***a out, kill a n***a in Off-White
We don't get no sleep, we been trappin' all night
We been in that water six deep even since we rode bikes
We do time for disrespect, I know n***as doin' life

[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
He was talkin' like a killer, when I catch him, on sight
Get the Glocks up in the party, leave the choppers outside
Lil' bro a lil' n***a, but he serve topside
Give a fuck about them n***as, tryna see the opps die

[Verse 3: Six Ward Von]
I can never put a random over my people
Who can I trust? You been actin' so evil
You left me at my worst when I really, really need you
Now I'm John Cena, bitch, I don't even see you
You actin' like you real and I'm seein' that you see-through
We don't want the opps locked, free you
One eat, the whole gang eat too
How you bite the hand that feed you?

[Verse 4: YSR Gramz]
How you bite the hand that's gon' feed you?
I got it out the mud, I don't need you
Send some shots, we gon' send 'em back, you can bleed too
My lil' n***a serve, pop pills, and grow weed too
Quick to cut her off, you can keep her
Heard a n***a knocked your bitch down and you beat her
Them Palms cost the same as my features
When the feds on your ass, you can't beat 'em
[Verse 5: Six Ward Von & YSR Gramz]
When them feds on your ass, you won't see 'em
Cut them n***as off, you don't need 'em
Same n***a used to steal from me, used to feed him
I tried to kill your mans, you got shot, I ain't mean it
All that shit you rappin' in your songs, we don't believe it
The whole city know you told, it ain't no secret
You on tour with your opps, you fightin' demons
I ain't runnin' with the opps, ain't no teamin'

[Outro: Six Ward Von]
No teamin'
I ain't runnin' with the opps, ain't no teamin'