[Intro: Roscoe G]
(Grahh, grahh, Roscoe G, get that n***a)

[Chorus: Roscoe G]
When we catch a hit, we doin' a Cha, Cha
Let's up that dot, he made it faster
Free Banga, he aim at your mata
Walk up, blick 'em, ain't doin' no drive-by
Two knocks on my hip, I flag the man
Don't trip when you callin' your mans
Got a lil' bad bitch, gon' dance
Knock in the party, I bet the pole jam

[Verse 1: Roscoe G]
Grahh, grahh, and they try to blitz (Lotti)
Fuck the opps, tell them n***as suck dick
.45, to the beam, and it's see through clip (Mat Sav)
On bro, if you flock it, then you get hit (JB)
Dump on the 2's, you ain't smokin' on Nick
Grahh, grahh, boom (Jayrip, grahh, grahh, grahh, grahh)
Nas EBK, you a bum
And Bando, your momma, I smacked
Gotta dump both ways, if we catch lil' AJ, lil' n***a, get pinned in the trunk
And they talk my shit, they know I'm too lit with the grip
Got lil' bro lookin' both ways, before leavin' the crib
Two tact in the ski, and lil' [?] get hit
Comе to the gates, just flick on the еight
Two woo, he got hit in his face
Don't run don't trip, better pick up the pace
Shots get fired, don't care who we take
[Chorus: Roscoe G]
When we catch a hit, we doin' a Cha, Cha
Let's up that dot, he made it faster
Free Banga, he aim at your mata
Walk up, blick 'em, ain't doin' no drive-by
Two knocks on my hip, I flag the man
Don't trip when you callin' your mans
Got a lil' bad bitch, gon' dance
Knock in the party, I bet the pole jam

[Verse 2: Edot Babyy]
Got a lil' bad bitch, she from Japan
We spin the opps, like, shit is a fan
Green beam on the Glock, when he seen me, he ran
Free all my hearts that stuck in the can
Shoot at a n***a, make him do the Cha, Cha
She wanna dance, but she seen the knocker (Grrah, grrah, grrah, boom)
She with her girls, so I bring her mama
Don't trip when you run, when the shots fly
I'm E with the Dot, I'm known for the blick
Lil' shh got hit, that n***a was scared
Edot Babyy, no, I cannot slip
One in the head, and ten in the clip
Like, he think he low 'cause he out the mix
Two in his neck, got one in his limb (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Knock on my body, I walk with a limp
I done shot like two n***as, I'd do it again
Spinnin' that V, and I bet it get flipped
Like, free Scottie P, he ain't die for the— (Grrah, grrah)
He is a rat, why you jackin' that man?
Shawty, come shake it up and do your dance
Call bro, [?] got eliminated with a dot
Why is you jackin' every O shot?
[Chorus: Roscoe G]
When we catch a hit, we doin' a cha, cha, cha
Let's up that dot, he made it faster
Free Banga, he aim at your mata
Walk up, blick 'em, ain't doin' no drive-by
Two knocks on my hip, I flag the man
Don't trip when you callin' your mans
Got a lil' bad bitch, gon' dance
Knock in the party, I bet the pole jam