[Intro]
Boom boom!
Wall bang!
Bow bow!
Lakes!

[Chorus: Cyraq]
Spin in a tuxedo we handle our business
Diss on the gang like Dora he missin
This n***a shakin and twitchin and bitchin
The Glock a mosquito he scratchin he itchin
N***a get bit if he go outside
I like being it cuz I'm not finna hide
New baby 9, pull up and die
Imma fuck in decline I'm not finna lie
Cuz bitch Imma ho and I ain't gon cap
I like patty cake n***a play Imma clap
I'm trigger happy I ain't givin no doubt
Rob who he died outside the trap
N***a run in this ho Imma wall bang
Rap ass n***a gon free like 2 chains
Bag on yo head or go get me a new chain
You gon get shot trynna play like Luke came

[Verse 1: Cyraq]
I feel disrespected so I'm finna shoot
A body collectеd we took off his roof
OG got me stuck like a blunt full of gluе
My dawg lil Eric he finna get loose
N***a I keep me a stick like a log
The bitch too ghetto she turnin me off
You better keep suckin until I go soft
Element of surprise while he walking his dog
N***a aim at yo target you shootin at the ground
Yo uncle a pallet we layin him down
Loaded got the bed so I fucked on the coach
No TV bitch just watch ho mouth
Touchdown in the pussy then turned to a kicka
And when I get rich I'm a rich ass killa
Glock both ways, bitches and n***as
Imma shoot if you come out the sto' with a swisher
My n***as tweekin on big and small shit
Lil Eric short but he fuckin a tall bitch
Ion like big Glocks give me the small bitch
911 we slid he callin
Eveytime I pop out this lil ho wanna eat me
And yeah I'm that n***a so they wanna be me
Glock with a dick boy you not finna be me
You gon see this Glock on my hip when you see me
[Chorus: Cyraq]
Spin in a tuxedo we handle our business
Diss on the gang like Dora he missin
This n***a shakin and twitchin and bitchin
The Glock a mosquito he scratchin he itchin
N***a get bit if he go outside
I like being it cuz I'm not finna hide
New baby 9, pull up and die
Imma fuck in decline I'm not finna lie
Cuz bitch Imma ho and I ain't gon cap
I like patty cake n***a play Imma clap
I'm trigger happy I ain't givin no doubt
Rob who he died outside the trap
N***a run in this ho Imma wall bang
Rap ass n***a gon free like 2 chains
Bag on yo head or go get me a new chain
You gon get shot trynna play like Luke came

[Verse 2: Top Shoota]
My bullets they yellow I call em the Simpsons
You'll get hit like we playing tennis
No mortal combat you know that these feelings
So I'm smokin that gas I'm high like a celing
I'm top shoota cuz I catch bodies
Feel like Dej Loaf I want you to try me
Use your iphone so you can come find me
Let off some shots now he stuck to a hoby
What you gon do if you get in that jam?
What you gon do if yo partna get blammed?
Is you gon slide or go diss on the Gram?
I'm Top Shoota I'm coming right now
Ion give a fuck how a young n***a feel
You'll get popped like a mo' fuckin pill
Turn on yo block and get hit with some steel
I'm a real killer I swear I'm for real
Caught his ass lackin I see him outside
Feel like JJ cuz this a good time
Ain't no games this shit is for real
Fuck that, football I stay in the field
Three lil pigs got shot with a glick
I feel like a woof how I'm blowin his bitch
Is it my money and I need it now
Shootin in the circus don't fuck with no clowns
Fuck drive by's don't shoot up no houses
Destroyin these bullets he think it's the Falcons
You will get hit with a brick like Deebo
I'm lettin off shots so I'm feelin like Cleo
Got his ass dancin he singin like Neo
Caught me a opp I catch him like Teo
Ya'll n***as dead ya'll next who we whackin
I'm real short I'm the dread headed Haitian