[Intro: Kay Flock & Ini Kamoze]
Out in the street, they call it merther
Big DOA, n***a
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
Like, grrt, grrah, grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah, grrah
Like, grrah, grrah
Grrt, baow, baow

[Chorus: Kay Flock]
Fuck the diss, I'ma act the fuck up
Everything dead, I ain't dappin' 'em up (Everybody shot)
Feel a way, you get clapped the fuck up
Don't do Cîroc, only Act' in my cup (Grrt, baow, baow)
Try to duck, got a beam on the scope, that's tough (Like)
He ain't goin' nowhere, I'm shootin' wherever he run (Grrt, baow, baow; where you goin'?)
I'm a GBG baby, so bitch, I'ma click 'til it's done (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
And I love with the beam, if he run, I'ma turn him to Runtz (Dummy)
Outside, no security, bitch, it's just me and my gun (It's just me and my gun, baow, baow)
I'm the king of New York and I'm still outside makin' 'em run (Don't run; bitch, I do what I want)

[Verse 1: Kay Flock]
Just copped out on a Carti' (Carti')
Oh, she jackin' my vibe in a heartbeat (Heartbeat)
I like my bitch gangster, I don't like 'em Barbie (Bitch)
It get active like Ricky and Morty (Like, grrt, baow)
Tap your head (Rah Rah)
N***a Rah got clapped, now he in the Marley (Baow, baow)
N***a dead
And I'm tough by myself, no, I don't need an army (Grrah)
[Bridge: Kay Flock & Ini Kamoze]
Out in the street, they call it merther
Big DOA, n***a

[Verse 2: Kay Flock]
She the line, so I'm packin' the bitch
Feel under pressure, I'm blastin' the shit
V210, how I'm whackin' the whip
He tried to up, but I'm faster with it
It get nasty, now he coughin' out blood
Told y'all that I get active with it (Grrt, baow, baow)

[Chorus: Kay Flock]
Fuck the diss, I'ma act the fuck up
Everything dead, I ain't dappin' 'em up (Everybody shot)
Feel a way, you get clapped the fuck up
Don't do Cîroc, only Act' in my cup (Grrt, baow, baow)
Try to duck, got a beam on the scope, that's tough (Like)
He ain't goin' nowhere, I'm shootin' wherever he run (Grrt, baow; where you goin'?)
I'm a GBG baby, so bitch, I'ma click 'til it's done (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
And I love with the beam, if he run, I'ma turn him to Runtz (Dummy; grrt)
Outside, no security, bitch, it's just me and my gun (It's just me and my gun, baow, baow)
I'm the king of New York and I'm still outside makin' 'em run (Don't run; bitch, I do what I want)