[Intro]
Grrah
Like, what? Huh? (Die O)
Gang-gang-gang, n***a
Even my grandma know that
Like, what?
Ayo, Y to the Gz, Gz to the sky
Never put a O before my Y (Never)

[Chorus]
They can't jack beef with us, ain't nobody get touched (At all)
I got a whole lot of opps in my blunt
Said she fallin' in love, I guess she outta luck
She know what I said what I said just to rump
Told her, "Line up a O, let him think he gon' fuck" (Get that n***a)
We gon' creep through that back, kick the door, let it dump (Huh?)
Red beam on my knock, man, that boy better duck (Rippy)
Ooh, oh, that boy outta luck

[Verse 1]
Like, it's no way, tryna shoot up the Rey'
Tryna blitz both ways, like, like
And it's okay, she wanna be with the opps, she get hit close range, like, like
Like, it's no way, tryna shoot up the Rey'
Tryna blitz both ways, like, like
And it's okay, she wanna be with the opps, she get hit close range, like, like (Man, suck my dick)
It's the life that I'm livin', I'm always on go, like
And they know I'ma throw (Grrt)
Like, free Stunna Geek, got booked with the pole, like (Free my heart)
Got a M by my doley, they know I'm a goat
Told 'em, "Free all my hearts, from the Rock to the Rose"
Free Stunna Geek, he got booked with the pole, like (Free my heart)
Got a M by my dolo, they know I'm a goat, like
(21st-century schizoid man)
[Chorus]
They can't jack beef with us, ain't nobody get touched (At all)
I got a whole lot of opps in my blunt (Grrt)
Said she fallin' in love, I guess she outta luck (Like, how?)
She know what I said what I said just to rump (Gang-gang-gang)
Told her, "Line up a O, let him think he gon' fuck" (Get that n***a)
We gon' creep through that back, kick the door, let it dump (Huh?)
Red beam on my knock, man, that boy better duck
Ooh, oh, that boy outta luck

[Verse 2]
And he know he my buzzin', I love him to death, but (What?)
I just don't give a fuck
And B-Lovee on the set, man, that boy better duck
Call Bando, my demon, 2Pac, hit 'em up, like
'Cause they know what we do, like
How many opps got put on the news?
Yeah, Roscoe a bitch, he got beat out his shoes
Put a switch on the Glock, they can't climb when we through, like
And they know that we different
Free Tdot, almost done with his sentence (Like)
And I'm still in the trenches
Free all my demons locked down in them cells

[Outro]
I'm still here, n***a
Yo, it's that DThang n***a, make 'em get jiggy 'fore we shoot 'em ya heard?
(21st-century schizoid man)
R.I.P. Woo