[Intro]
(Mmm, Saul)

[Chorus: Trapland Pat]
Boy, you wasn't outside, how you say you got dead opps? (You wasn't outside)
You kind of nervous with the fire, I would've been shot (Duh-duh-duh)
Hittin' out the roof, shots fired out the T-top
Feds steady watching, got wires at the treetop
Vacuum sealer wrap this up while I Ziploc
Stevie Wonder, I swear I don't even see opps (I don't even see 'em)
Hollow zoomed right through his gut, helped him detox (Duh-duh-duh)
I served the plug a whole dummy, it was re-rock

[Verse 1: Trapland Pat]
Hundred plays of za just came in from San Fran' (San Fran')
She lick the molly off the counter, straight sand tan
Urus or the Huracan, this ain't the same Lamb'
Me and that dude ain't the same, ain't got the same bands
New loc' just came, this the drop phone (The drop phone)
Ain't even clean up the block, he used the mop wrong (Duh-duh-duh)
Slap a bitch right in the mouth if she talk wrong
Gang gon' air the bitch out if you stalk wrong (Duh-duh-duh)
I ain't tryna leave the block 'til we all eating
Wolves hungry, need money, so we all scheming
Triple cross, ease off, boy, we all demons
Mix the Wocky with the Tuss', now we all leaning
[Chorus: Trapland Pat]
Boy, you wasn't outside, how you say you got dead opps? (Dead opps)
You kind of nervous with the fire, I would've been shot (Duh-duh-duh)
Hittin' out the roof, shots fired out the T-top (Yeah)
Feds steady watching, got wires at the treetop
Vacuum sealer wrap this up while I Ziploc
Stevie Wonder, I swear I don't even see opps (I don't even see 'em)
Hollow zoomed right through his gut, helped him detox (Duh-duh-duh)
I served the plug a whole dummy, it was re-rock

[Verse 2: EKillaOffTheBlock]
I'ma flood the block with hella drugs and make the streets hot (Anything you need)
Bag it up and sell it to your mans, it made his knees knock (Knock, knock)
Anything you need, pull up on me, your local weed guy (Local)
I can't see a thing like Stevie Wonder, but I can peep opps (Nah, nah, at all)
Man, we gon' keep on spinnin', spinnin', spinnin' 'til the beef stop (We about to purge)
Don't be outside lickin', get your team shot (You know about the turf)
We ain't playing games, we tryna squeeze Glocks (Boom, boom)
Ridin' 'round with gang, we got them things, we finna bleed opps

[Verse 3: 5Much]
Mix the uh with the uh, she like, "I love your lingo"
I shoot my shot with your bitch, I spit this ism like cheat code
Ferragamo steppin', YSL, no RICO
Hit my Shmoney Dance, she let me fuck about a week ago
Explorin' in Dior, ain't no limit, baby, we could go
Hop up in the Benz, skrrt, skrrt, while I sip and pour
I can't love a bitch, oh, no, no, no
Bitches gettin' out of pocket 'cause my pockets full of dough
[Chorus: Trapland Pat & Top5ivee]
Boy, you wasn't outside, how you say you got dead opps? (Dead opps)
You kind of nervous with the fire, I would've been shot (Duh-duh-duh)
Hittin' out the roof, shots fired out the T-top (Yeah)
Feds steady watching, got wires at the treetop
Vacuum sealer wrap this up while I Ziploc
Stevie Wonder, I swear I don't even see opps (I don't even see 'em)
Hollow zoomed right through his gut, helped him detox (Duh-duh-duh)
I served the plug a whole dummy, it was re-rock (Jays, Jays)

[Verse 4: Top5ivee]
Janky Baby Stones, we left 'em flat, yeah, we go tit for tat
Speakin' on my n***as, that's their last 'cause he ain't comin' back (He ain't comin' back)
Bounce out and then we jog, I got a stock, it got some kickback
And fuck the opposition, grab the pole, 'cause bitch, we with that (Jays)
I don't wanna be your man, I'm tryna fuck, so cut the chitchat (Chitchat)
I just hope you understand I'm one of one and I ain't with that (And I ain't with that)
I don't wanna be your man, I'm tryna fuck, so cut the chitchat (Jays, Jays, Jays)
I just hope you understand I'm one of one and I ain't with that

[Verse 5: P4K]
Caught his ass blippin' on that block, no, he ain't with that
These military missiles, if I shot one, he ain't get back
All my n***as active on alert, bitch, we don't play with straps
That 5 be the gang that I bang and we gon' die for that
He big bang the gang, he super yee'n this, we denied his flag
He thinkin' he a shooter 'cause he slidin' 'round here with a mask
If we catch them n***as playin' over here, then we gon' trash they ass
My n***as fully loaded on this side and we gon' bang it out
[Chorus: Trapland Pat]
Boy, you wasn't outside, how you say you got dead opps? (Dead opps)
You kind of nervous with the fire, I would've been shot (Duh-duh-duh)
Hittin' out the roof, shots fired out the T-top (Yeah)
Feds steady watching, got wires at the treetop
Vacuum sealer wrap this up while I Ziploc
Stevie Wonder, I swear I don't even see opps (I don't even see 'em)
Hollow zoomed right through his gut, helped him detox (Duh-duh-duh)
I served the plug a whole dummy, it was re-rock