[Intro]
(Ayo, Ashton C, turn this motherfucker up)
(Aha-ha-ha)

[Chorus: OKG Delo]
Yeah, we got mad sticks
Hundred band licks
N***as mad pissed
Trappin' when I'm fasting, astaghfirullah
We get the drop, send him to God, we do him badly
The Glock is mad cheap
If she ain't bad, then beat it
I got a thing for ass and titties, I need the baddest bitches
N***as broke, don't be mad at me
New friends turn to casualties
Get crazy on the Grandravine
Across the street, get slimy

[Verse 1: OKG Delo]
Bullets connect his top, he dying
Stolos, we need more
One died, need three more
When they ride out, use a keyboard
Pockets stuffed up with that bloody money, shit get ugly-ugly
Rap beef ain't nothing to me
If he at me, he got something comin' (Skrrt)
Bro wanna crash, I'm going
Feds on our ass, we floorin'
I ain't going bad, like no way
I don't really care what they all say
Don't lose your life in here
They ain't about the life, it's clear
It's all for the hype, I swear
It's all for the hype, I swear
[Chorus: OKG Delo]
Yeah, we got mad sticks
Hundred band licks
N***as mad pissed
Trappin' when I'm fasting, astaghfirullah
We get the drop, send him to God, we do him badly
The Glock is mad cheap
If she ain't bad, then beat it
I got a thing for ass and titties, I need the baddest bitches
N***as broke, don't be mad at me
New friends turn to casualties
Get crazy on the Grandravine
Across the street, get slimy

[Verse 2: Duvy]
My partners really grimy
Catch a body, don't talk about it
Now they gotta find us
We got mad sticks
Hundred band licks
I know it go down, I'm a fool if I leave my mask, I'm out chasin'
Had four n***as in this car, only two n***as hop out blastin'
Lil' bro said he need more forties, need no fashion
I was fuckin' up package, so much time, it made no sense
Sub drills, I'm high off life, fuck the meds
Took too much time to hit me back, I think you a fed
[Chorus: OKG Delo & Duvy]
Yeah (Yeah), we got mad sticks (Mad)
Hundred band licks
N***as mad pissed
Trappin' when I'm fasting, astaghfirullah
We get the drop, send him to God, we do him badly
The Glock is mad cheap
If she ain't bad, then beat it
I got a thing for ass and titties, I need the baddest bitches
N***as broke, don't be mad at me
New friends turn to casualties
Get crazy on the Grandravine
Across the street, get slimy
Bullets connect his top, he dying