[Intro: Lil Ot & Duvy]
You ready to ride, but will you crash wit' me?
He was my n***a, but he ain't last wit' me
Fah-fah
(Catch 22, you can tell by the sound)
Yeah, okay
Look at his face, make sure it's him before I start squeezin'
Headshot, chest shot, how the fuck he still breathin'?
Oh-ah, oh-ah
Duvy got his Glock, I got my Glock too
That fire

[Chorus: Lil Ot & Duvy]
You ready to ride, but will you crash wit' me?
He was my n***a, but he ain't last wit' me
Ayy, bro, you ready to go? I brought my mask wit' me
Fah-fah, reachin' for my gun, bullets passin' me
Ahhh, I ain't tryna die, know I'm shootin' back
Broski fightin' double murder case, I know he beatin' that
I ain't going out like what's-his-name, and that shit a fact
Anytime I walk outside my house, I'm where the killers at
(Shooters)

[Verse: Duvy & Lil Ot]
N***as started snitchin' on they partners, what they known for
Call for about a hundred, I ain't talkin' 'bout no dial-tone (For real)
Really up that score, spillin' blood, that what we known for
Counted my blessings, counted money, I ain't going broke
Ayy, bro, double back, reverse the car, I'm tryna take his face off
Free my lil' amigo, he be tellin' me to takeoff
Put a n***a in a hole, but I never played golf
They puttin' money on my soul, I take no days off
Ayy, bro, Duvy got his Glock, I got my Glock too
While you in that wheelchair, go find the n***a who shot you
Yeah, we love that murder shit, I don't think they heard of this
I don't think they heard of this
You ready to ride, you know I slide with you (Fuck it)
You ready to die, bro, I die with you
Seein' signs, talkin' to my pistol, bitch, it cool my heart
Really wit' them killers, what's-his-name ain't get to leave that car
[Chorus: Lil Ot & Duvy]
You ready to ride, but will you crash wit' me? (Yeah, slide)
He was my n***a, but he ain't last wit' me (My dawg)
Ayy, bro, you ready to go? I brought my mask wit' me
Fah-fah, reachin' for my gun, bullets passin' me
Ahhh, I ain't tryna die, know I'm shootin' back (Shootin' back)
Broski fightin' double murder case, I know he beatin' that
(Free the bros)
I ain't going out like what's-his-name, and that shit a fact (No bap)
Anytime I walk outside my house, I'm where the killers at
(Know I'm wit' them killers)

[Outro: Duvy]
(Shooters), for real, (Yeah)