[Intro: Roscoe G & Edot Baby]
Grrah, grrah
Roscoe, Roscoe G, Roscoe G
Rrah, rrah-rrah-rrah-rrah-rrah
(Elvis)
Grrah, ahh
It's Edot Baby
Grrah, grrah, rrah-rrah-rrah

[Chorus: Roscoe G & Edot Baby]
If I walk up on feet, bet I get him (Get 'em, get him)
I was like twelve tryna get that boy missin' (Get him)
On bro, it was two in the mornin'
I was tryna spin by a flick in the corner (Grrah-grrah)
Lil' Ddot said, "Get him" (Get him)
So I'ma toss and leave that boy twitchin' (Grrah)
Hop in the V, he like, "Roscoe, get him" (Roscoe)
In the stu', bitch, I'm deady off liquor (I'm deady off liquor)
Hang out the V, tryna whack that boy
If he run, bet I clap that boy (Rrah)
Don't pass me no Lotti, I smoke Lee Roy (Lee Roy)
Tryna spin with like two or three toys (Grrah)

[Verse: Edot Baby, Roscoe G]
Don't pass me the Blay, I'm smokin' on Mezzy, like (Mezzy)
Last opp got clapped by the dеli (By the deli)
I'm tryna spin, let's makе shit heavy (Heavy)
Like, where they at? For war, I'm ready (Grrah, grrah)
I'm bangin' for bro (Grrah, on bro)
Still on timin', if you know then you know (If you know then you know)
Still outside, posted on the O (Posted on the O)
Setty a bitch, you ran on your bro (You ran on your bro)
I am not with all the internet actin' (At all)
Slide through the Rey and yell out, "What's crackin'?" (ReyWayK)
You know what's gon' happen (You know what's gon' happen, like)
Like, we the ones bringin' the static
Like, we the ones causin' a havoc (Like)
Bitch, we the twins that's causin' the madness, like (Causin' the madness)
On gang (Grrah, grrah)
Bend through they block, like, "Everything for Caine" (Everything for Caine)
Bro got a chop and he shoot from long range
Don't come outside, this shit ain't a game (At all)
Bend through, have n***as duckin' (Grrah, rrah)
Creepin' up, aimin' for his muffin (Rrah-rrah)
On court, tryna catch me a bucket (Grrah)
Bro said, "Fuck it", so I had to up it (Grrah, grrah-grrah)
Beam on, got that n***a runnin'
Every opp shot, these n***as with nothin', like
I'm on that shit with them n***as that talk on my n***as, but they ain't never go get back (At all)
I'm rollin' up so many n***as, it's C-HII (C-HII), Nazzy, JB up in my pack (Grrah, grrah)
Can't forget about Gunna, Matt, J.O (J.O)
All of them n***as got whacked
Lotti, JayRipK (Grrah, grrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)
[Chorus: Roscoe G & Edot Baby]
If I walk up on feet, bet I get him (Get him, get him)
I was like twelve tryna get that boy missin' (Get him, get him)
On bro, it was two in the mornin'
I was tryna spin by a flick in the corner (Grrah, grrah)
Lil' Ddot said, "Get him" (Get him)
So I'ma toss and leave that boy twitchin' (Grrah, grrah)
Hop in the V, he like, "Roscoe, get him" (Roscoe)
In the stu', bitch, I'm deady off liquor (I'm deady off liquor)
Tryna wipe that boy, if he run, bet I clap that boy (Grrah)
Don't pass me no Lotti, I smoke Lee Roy (I smoke Lee Roy)
Tryna spin with like two or three toys (Grrah)