[Prod. by Tay Tay]

[Verse 1: LAB]
Southside n***as yunno how we do it
Wake up with that ache that fades pop 2 pills before 8
Roll a backwards full of chronic laced with something 
I dont know
Smoke that shit
Pass that shit
Crush that shit
Driving down your block blunt in my mouth
Pocket full of ganja
See your bitch
She be like lab what the fuck happened
Bitch please you dnt  know lab
Ay
Ay
Ay
Mess with us and get your head blown out
Its lab and fam with that suicide bars
Take a handful of pills with a Glock on my side
Milly rock on your block 
N***a fuck with us and get a head full of lead mother fucker think he hot
Fuck you  and your bitch
When I pull up with the mob you a dead as bitch
Mother fucker better not test us

[Verse 2: Southside Flame]
She suck on my dick like a Mother fucken fizz pop
Till my fucken jizz pop
Call the cops
Hide the mops
Give me top
Stash the Guap
Get the chop
Fuck you up
Build you up
Drop you down
Call me Brown
Slap your bitch
Give me head
Kill you dead
Smell the lead
Making bread
Stash the Glock
Under bed
Make a bet
Get the Benz
Speed it up
Slow it down
Light the flame
Southside game
We to blame

[Verse 3: William The Sheep]
Tryna be a hero you don't want me reaching beast mode
Hit them with the free throw you can't see me I'm in ghost mode
Sitting on my gold thrown while I'm pissing on you solo this a banger for your sterio call me young ray mysterio
619 to your damn mind
South side got them all tounge tied
Quick to Kill em all you gona smell is gunfire
Step up in the booth and make them all retire
We got the fire we wired
We don't require the violence
If you disier the silence
We got a secret alliance

[Verse 4: Ricky The Wolf]
Issa, venomous generartion
She testing my God damn patience
Fucking on your bitch with no hesitation
Make you see them green codes
You in my matrix
Never been a n***a to cuss
But fuck it, im bout to turn you to dust
Stand in line while my G starts to fluff
Make you feel like ecstasy, it ain't enough
Lace em up with TNT, you getting D E D
Smoking on them trees, finna look Chinese

Fizz pop make you drop to your knees
Babygirl, you don't gotta say please
South side give you what you need
My hommie LAB coming through with xanees
Martha the Goat, ain't no joke &
My mans william the sheep finna put you to sleep
Ricky knows you got this on repeat