[Intro]
D-D-D-DJ FMCT

[Verse 1: YoungginFrmDaJetz, King Von & DqFrmDaO]
YoungginFrmDaJetz (Jetz), I be sippin' Wock' (Sippin' Wock') (What?)
I be havin' knots, totin' Glocks and catchin' opps
N***as hoes, actin' like he bold, I know buddy told (Buddy told)
I be gettin' them bows, bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout them real lows (Hope you ain't) (Real lows)

[Verse 2: DqFrmDaO & King Von]
Dq from that block (Block)
I be posted by that store with this big ass Glock (Boom, boom), I ain't duckin' shit but cops (Nah, nah)
Bitch, we hittin' blocks (Yeah), me, Young', Gleesh and 'Wop (Vroom, vroom)
Bitch, we on that job, bitch, we on 'em cars (On 'em cars)

[Verse 3: Muwop]
Muwop from the O', youngest n***a turnt in my hood
I know you n***as hoes, playin' crazy, boy, I wish you would
Folks 'nem smokin' Tooka, I don't even smoke, pass the 'Wood
Duke like King Kong, standin' over n***as in their hood
Chase a n***a down, hunnid rounds, we gon' blow him down
Blowin' n***as down, wishin' Baby Boy was still around
He'll gun you down, take his soul, send it to the clouds

[Interlude: Gleesh]
On foenem, I don't even rap for real, man
This'll probably be the first and last song y'all heard from me, man
But y'all out here now the fuckin' rockin', man
Gang shit, man
Turn the fuck up, Dre
[Verse 4: Prince Dre]
(Haa) Bitch, I'm Prince Dre from the WIIIC, haa (Ayy)
And I keep a dirty Glock (Ayy)
Lil bro run up on him, chase him down, make his body rock (Boom, boom, boom)
I be trappin', servin' out them pounds with a 100 shots (Haa)
Servin' Coke, flippin' blocks (Haa), bitch, I'm tryna get the guap (Ayy)
N***a, never play with me (Nah), haa, I'm still in these streets (Haa)
Heard them n***as they was lookin' for me, I ain't duckin' beef (Haa)
Spot News, yeah, D.O.A, leave him in the sheets (Baow)
Homicide, n***as' momma cryin', leave him on a tee (Baow)
From the Drive, from the 4 to 5, long live Odee (Haa)