[Intro: Lil Zay Osama]
Benadryl, yeah
We ain't really squashing no beef (Fatman productions), bitch, it's benadryl
Ayy, ayy
In my hood you can't pop out, 'cause it get trencherous
Body bag, no face mask, we won't mention it
Yeah, yeah
Hell yeah
Hell yeah, ayy

[Chorus: Lil Zay Osama]
In my hood, you can't pop out, 'cause it get trencherous
Body bag, no face mask, we won't mention it
No pass, for an opp, when I up on you, that's instant kill
No pass, when I stand this .40, you can't take Benadryl, yeah
Foenem riding round with them .30's
'Cause a fuck n***a like how lil' bro do 'em dirty
Nobody that beef with me, boy we gon' hurt em
Yeah, way before rap we been geekin' off them perkies

[Verse 1: Lil Zay Osama]
Face shots took with accuracy
I'm from the streets, no rappin' beef
He know he ain't after me, gang
6300, we bleed the shit
Run from the 12, don't leave the blick
Ride thru the opps, we see some shit
Bus stop, left him at the bus stop
Slippin' at that bus stop
Put him to sleep, he up top
Gang, these Glocks came with switches
Every Glock got an extended
Everybody license suspended
We be in traffic on business
I be in traffic with killers
Yeah, catch him, traffic
He shaking like asses
Blast him, bag him, kill a n***a, I'm just handsome
He say I'm a bitch I'm just the young n***a that he ran from
Bitch I’m plugged in, ain’t one hood in the city I can’t come
[Chorus: Lil Zay Osama]
In my hood, you can't pop out, 'cause it get trencherous
Body bag, no face mask, we won't mention it
No pass, for an opp, when I up on you, that's instant kill
No pass, I stand this .40, you can't take Benadryl, yeah
Fucked around riding with them .30's
'Cause a fuck n***a like how lil' bro do 'em dirty
Nobody that beef with me, boy we gon' hurt em
Yeah, way before rap we been geekin' off them Perkies

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Stopped sippin lean, 'cause I grew me a plug
Coulda played ball, but I wanted to be a thug
Rest in peace pack, n***a showin' fake love
We up that scope, n***a, hit em' with a slug
You gotta watch out who you react with, chopper psh with the max spit
You be dead off association, gotta watch out who you snap with
Bitch, we not from 63rd , but we fuck with Zay' nem
And Pluto stayed off them drugs, had to keep some Ray Bans
I hate opp hoes, opp n***as, and I hate friends
Last n***a died in the SRT, that's what I hate vans
Hellcat skrt off, in the Airbnb with my shirt off
But n***as in the lane on my radar, T-Man off the pills with the AR
Yeah, yeah, it get trencherous
They my opps, but you my cousin, just don't get in this
He ain't gon' shoot because he fidgetin'
[Chorus: Lil Zay Osama]
In my hood, you can't pop out, 'cause it get trencherous
Body bag, no face mask, we won't mention it
No pass, for an opp, when I up on you, that's instant kill
No pass, I stand this .40, you can't take Benadryl, yeah
Foenem ridin' round with them .30's
'Cause a fuck n***a like how lil' bro do 'em dirty
Nobody that beef with me, boy we gon' hurt em
Yeah, way before rap we been geekin' off them Perkies