[Intro: 150 M-Dot]
Jarvis (Gang)
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang
Sugar Hill to Courtlandt man, you know the fuckin' vibes (Grrrrt)

[Chorus: 150 M-Dot]
We outside, and we gon' ride 'til the opps die
You said that you spinnin', ain't slide by
.45 gon' clap 'em, no high five
High five, come try
That boy gonna end up on Fox 5
See an opp he get popped, Edot gon' flock
Call up boy Lefty, he stay with the chop, gang
We outside, and we gon' ride 'til the opps die
You said that you spinnin', ain't slide by
.45 gon' clap 'em, no high five
High five, come try
That boy gonna end up on Fox 5
See an opp he get popped, Edot gon' flock
Call up boy Lefty, he stay with the chop

[Verse 1: 150 M-Dot]
Gas in the air, hollon
Bitch, that's an opp in the air
And don't talk on the dead 'causе we slide anywherе
This [?] got a ladder, we knife fightin' fair
Lil thottie, she on me, I don't like to share
I fuck from the back and I grab on her hair
And I got some shit that could knock down a bear
Bro stay with the glizzy, so don't try to stare
If I tell him, "Hit 'em", he hit 'em, he don't really care
Wait, wait (Hollon)
Bitch, we some goons, and you know we don't walk in no fear
Wait, wait (Hollon)
We hit a n***a, then his momma gon' shed a few tears
And they need to free my n***as, they was pullin' triggers
Oh my God, some killers, see an opp, we get 'em
Gang
[Chorus: 150 M-Dot]
We outside, and we gon' ride 'til the opps die
You said that you spinnin', ain't slide by
.45 gon' clap 'em, no high five
Top five, come try
That boy gonna end up on Fox 5
See an opp he get popped, Edot gon' flock
Call up boy Lefty, he stay with the chop, gang
We outside, and we gon' ride 'til the opps die
You said that you spinnin', ain't slide by
.45 gon' clap 'em, no high five
Top five, come try
That boy gonna end up on Fox 5
See an opp he get popped, Edot gon' flock
Call up boy Lefty, he stay with the chop

[Verse 2: La Staxks]
You sayin' that you spinnin', n***a stop lying
Yeah, it's fuck all the opps, they can keep dying
Say you put on for gang, n***a stop lying
Big chop on my pants with the bullets flyin'
Got hit in his face, now his momma cryin'
We spin every day, tryna traumatize 'em
Lil bitch gave me the drop, she gon' go and line 'em
Gang (Gang, gang, gang)
[Chorus: 150 M-Dot & Edot Babyy]
We outside, and we gon' ride 'til the opps die
You said that you spinnin', ain't slide by
.45 gon' clap 'em, no high five
High five, come try
That boy gonna end up on Fox 5
See an opp he get popped, Edot gon' flock
Call up boy Lefty, he stay with the chop, gang
We outside, and we gon' ride 'til the opps die
You said that you spinnin', ain't slide by
.45 gon' clap 'em, no high five
High five, come try
That boy gonna end up on Fox 5
See an opp he get popped, Edot gon' flock
Call up boy Lefty, he stay with the chop
Gang, gang, gang

[Verse 3: Edot Babyy]
What is you jackin', we is not lackin'
I told bro, "Go and send him to action"
With that ratchet, he gon' blast him
Now it's a whole new opp in a casket
She like, th—th—the way that I'm flexin'
Do me a hit, masked up, I ain't tellin' shit
She lovin' the way that I preach, I'm a reverend
Baby girl, throw that shit back, I'ma catch it, facts
Hold up, I think that's an opp, throw the O up
Edot with the chop, I don't fold up
N***as be talkin', but know they don't know us
Manman, give me drop on the opp
Spin on the opps and we lettin' it flock
Keep one chop inside of my sock
From the hill to the courts, man we really on top
Gang, gang, gang (Bow, bow, bow)