[Intro: Sha EK]
(Is this GLVCK?)
Nah this EK, bitch
Hold on (Uhh, huh)

[Chorus: Sha Ek]
Swear these n***a's be fanned out (Suck my dick)
Y'all don't talk about who started this shit (Uhh,huh)
You know how many cards I could pick? (Gang, gang, gang)
Swear these n***a's be fanned out (OGZ the fuck up)
Ya'll don't talk about who started this shit (Lil' bitch)
You know how many cards I could pick? (Grrah, boom)
You know how many cards I could pick? (Uhh, huh)
Uhh, huh

[Verse 1: Sha EK]
Edot my brother, I mean that for real
I pop a perc when I go on a drill
I lost my brother, don't know how I feel
See some n***a's get views and don't know how to act
When you in the field, you better move tact
That lil' bitch like Woo Lotti but she let me smack
That lil' bitch like Woo Lotti but she let me smack (Uhh,huh)

[Verse 2: Edot Baby]
Lately I been drillin', movin' like a villain
I don't got chop? Brodie gon' clip him
Send two shots, yeah, he gеt to clickin'
Buddy on camera, let him know he trippin'
M.I.S.K, lil' bitch
Thеm n***as always on dick
You not elite, you never did shit
I'ma slide wit' the K, wit' the K, do hits, like, uh
I ain't forget, you was just up in my DM on dick
Askin' for features and talkin' that shit
Then hangin' wit' opps, you move like a bitch
That's on gang, I'm gon' slide through, who shot you?
There wasn't witness
Lately, I been on a mission
I catch me a Gunna, dismiss him, like
Then catch new Flocks, n***a
.30, it hang wit' a boom box, n***a
What? Her finger up on the trigger
Grippin' her ass, she lovin' the feelin', like
She wanna shake it, uh
Mami, come here, I'm ready to taste it, like
She wanna—
Bitch, uh, gang-gang-gang
[Verse 3: Sha EK & Edot Babyy]
Btch, stay with Jay Savv, man you know that's the 'Rip
Die Choo, RPT gang to my dick
The bitch gettin' nice, got me fiendin' to hit
I pass it to bro, like I'm quick to assist
Spinnin' my opps, go smoke on they strip
Word to my mother, DThang a bitch
O to the O cracked out, get lit
Told EK "Chill, stop playin' with sticks", like
They know my body, I up and send four
We droppin' the 4s but ain't take a loss
Dummy, Locs poked him
Where the fuck y'all was at? He was screaming for help
When I get in my mode, shit get tactic
I just might spinning and burnin' and clap him
He tried to run up, thought I was lacking
We blam at the Blammas, we 'bout action
DThang a faggot, he was sucking dick
These n***as be acting, they ain't doing shit
Throw up the G, then you get hit
All my opps jus' be lyin' and cappin'
Bitch, TMac a rat, he a faggot
Catch him and burn him in traffic
She wanna fuck, let her have it
I'll leave [?] on a mad shit
[Chorus: Sha Ek]
Swear these n***a's be fanned out
Y'all don't talk about who started this shit
You know how many cards I could pick?
Swear these n***a's be fanned out
Ya'll don't talk about who started this shit
You know how many cards I could pick?
You know how many cards I could pick?
Uhh, huh