South side young n***as man they known to let it blow
We on your block 24
In the trap we get some more
And that young n***a posted on the block and he on go
Got the strap that's fo'sho
If you run up you gon' go
And we ride around wit' hittas tryna catch a lil' hoe
Your bitch a hoe sucked my bro
And my dick all in her throat
And we ride around wit' switches got the Glock it finna blow
We let it go, up the score
Man we finna up some more

And we them young south n***as on the block and let it go
We them young trap n***as on the block and that's fo'sho
In the trap lil' n***a get it in and that's on bro
My shooters gon' let it go in the trap I up the score
I'm on the block wit' them hittas and we totin' on them poles
Free LS real demon man I'm screaming free bro
Free 4-7 that's my hitta man we smoking on your bro
And on real he let it go, man he drop like thirty-four
And I'm posted wit' them hittas pull up on me you get smoked

It ain't no joke, keep your pole
Man them fish mouths let it blow
We in the trap breaking down we scale the fish down to the O
And let it go for the low, shit we kickin' in your door
And my opps they some bitches, man I swear they told on bro
Hit GG wit' an A.M but he back he on my roll
Shoutout D Smoke got the smoke
And he runnin' through a M.O
Fifth, forties, ninas blow
Leave a body on the floor
'Cause he's a pack when we pop up, uh
30's and them [?], uh
.223's the choppers, uh
Run up we might chop you up
Glick it up, burn it up
Catch a opp turn it up
Light him like the furnace, uh
Light him like he Air Nike
Ball like Timmy Turner, uh
Turn it, turn it, turn it up
And I know he heard of us
Burner, burner, burn it up
We them young murders
Free the gang and [?]
30 it gon' tear it up
Now he seeing dirty stuff
I gotta roll my bid
I did this life since a kid
N***as want get the kid
But shit that's how I live
I keep my bid on my hip
You run up on me you get pitched
And we them young south n***as ohh shit we vanished him