[Intro]
(That's all Taz can do is fight, he's a street thug)

[Verse 1: GrindHard E]
With this— alright
With this 17, let off two shots, you hear wop, wop
Tryna head tap an opp, I heard he ridin' in a drop-top
Fuck a trap, I'm out here trappin' off my phone 'cause the spot hot

[Verse 2: MIA Ghost & GrindHard E]
In the striker ridin' with that yop-yop on an opp block
N***as boxed in, I shoot shit, n***as not opps
Smoke him in the whip, we'll box in they hotbox
We ain't gotta backdoor, can get in the back door after the knock-knock
I ain't tryna kill him, I might shoot all at his feet and make him hopscotch

[Verse 3: MIA Ghost]
Put 'em in a gas tank, we gotta shoot a play on Comstock
Bro know I'm shootin' when it's time, ain't no—
Bro know I'm shootin' when it's time, ain't no shot clocks
We got buttons for them Glocks and we got chops
Bitch, we ridin' with them bitches on a Xan', we got thots
If he runnin', put some holes in his shoes, now he got Crocs
If a n***a caught his sеlf playin' with bro, he probably got popped

[Verse 4: GrindHard Rerock]
We park his shit with thеm buttons, bitch, we got a lot
Tell that lil' n***a get his pop, I bet it get him popped
Tell that lil' n***a send a drop, I bet we spin a block
This chop'll leave his ass bakin' even if he akh
Them n***as said we ain't on shit, then they smokin' rocks
He wanna wrestle, actin' cocky, I'ma smoke The Rock
He movin' loose on the 'Gram, now we know his block
I was little, poppin' big-ass guns that make your shoulder pop
[Verse 5: MIA Ghost]
Before the switches was around, bro was totin' chops
We'll get to flickin' at y'all ass whether y'all pose or not
I mean, we'll get to flickin' whether n***as got they poles or not
Bitch, I'm on ten, give a fuck you with your bros or not

[Verse 6: GrindHard E]
Grabbed a small pop, grab— ah, fuck
Grabbed a small pop, poured a deuce of PAI, but it look like Wock'
Bag gone, I bet you wishin' that you would've, should've, could've copped
Smoked a zip and dropped a couple zips, but I ain't waste a drop

[Verse 7: GrindHard Rerock]
E, what the fuck you pour up? I can't taste the pop
Put my gun in a n***a mouth and make him taste the pop
Before we hit them n***as' block, we was stakin' out
Get-back ain't got no date on it, we gon' wait it out

[Verse 8: GrindHard E & GrindHard Rerock]
I be in the hood, still in the trap, but I made it out
Ain't no furniture or power in the crib, look like a vacant house
Catch him out of bounds with this blick, he ain't gon' take it out
Bust a bitch down and got some head, I heard you ate her out

[Verse 9: MIA Ghost]
He gon' get his ass chased down for all that chasin' clout
Shit gon' get real, we tryna see what n***as fakin' 'bout
Re had pills before the road, brodie made a route
N***as better off tail-tuckin', that's the safest route