[Intro]
Drill Time Entertainment
Ayy, mm, mm, ayy, mm, mm, ayy, mm, mm, bitch
Krafty made this beat
Get that— mm, mm-mm, yuh mm, mm-mm, mm
Ayy

[Chorus]
N***as getting hit, get that pain back
Bag on his head for that bread get his brain snatched
My n***as be killas they more realer I can't change that
Let loose them killers on them n***as I can't tame that
Making all them fucking posts ain't gon' bring your gang back
Smoking on this Bibby dope, MitchK we bang that
I want me a thousand kills, tryna make a Shane pack
Pick a top off in the hill, pop out where your gang at

[Verse]
Free that Shordy out them gates, it gon' be a murder case
He locked up, so for that, n***a Mitch had to pay
It's a six on the play, he get hit any day
Drop your lo', we gon' come through make n***as hit the pave'
Fuck that dead n***a, hit the switch I wanna see his brain
Get up on his ass, lock on em and let that bitch bang
Fuck that COVID mask, I'm ski-ed up it go down any day
Riding with a 23 and a motherfucking Drac'
We love smoking n***as, it improve my gratitude
My Glock like a polaroid, I up this bitch and snap at you
I advise you play your place you don't want this blick to clap at you
You buckin, get put up, get on your ass just like your daddy do
Get your fucking face stomped, make you fix your attitude
N***a pick your face up, 'fore I put this gat on you
I'ma count to three, tell 'em Free V so I can make a move
Them two steps gon' lead to death gon' put his ass right on the news
Leeke voice all in my head he telling me watch how I move
Ralo in my other ear saying drop a bag on every fool
JohnJohn thats my n***a that you know the gang gon' ackafool
N***a felt that lead hit his head, he a slimy dude
35, 6K, look at Mookey in the grave
We gon' get his coke sniffing-ass daddy named Shane
Fuck they broke ass clique and they pussy-ass gang
Cappin' 'bout TreyD, he ain't did a fucking thing
Cojack don't slide, Jarvo not outside
Cracka is a gift from God, n***a got nine lives
Mookey ass wrecked out, that n***a need new tires
Call Petey ass Plies, bro made n***as slip and slide
[Chorus]
N***as getting hit, get that pain back
Bag on his head for that bread get his brain snatched
My n***as be killas they more realer I can't change that
Let loose them killers on them n***as I can't tame that
Making all them fucking posts ain't gon' bring your gang back
Smoking on this Bibby dope, MitchK we bang that
I want me a thousand kills, tryna make a Shane pack
Pick a top off in the hill, pop out where your gang at