[Chorus: JAHHLU]
W-W-W-Why you talking, you're on my 1-on-1
B-B-Bitch, I got a Glocky, I'ma add a drum
I-I-If you want that static, I'ma pass you some
Pat it, pat it, pat it, bitch he got it and a gun
I don't care if you die
I got a chopper by my side
Play with me, you gon' die

[Verse 1: JAHHLU]
I-I-I just run up in the room with a Glocky and a font
K-Keep an AK-47 like a motherfuckin' rush
T-T-Turn on that JAHHLU, god damn this buss
You say you pop out at the function, when I pulled up, n***a wasn't there
When I see you, it's on sight, I don't care if your little cousin there
Got Dolce & Gabbana, lil' n***a got like the dozen pair
We done killed him in the lobby with a shotty, and it wasn't fair
I-I-I-I don't care

[Verse 2: endilu]
Yea, I'm Endi, I'm his little bro
Nerf Gun pointed at his middle toe
S-she a thot, she a little hoe
I-in my room watchin' XVideos (bro what?)
When I pull up on the block, and my choppa, let it spray
If he get too close to Endi, imma punch you in yo face
I got blicky in my pocket, it's gonna be taking my way
Me and Scare making plays, like, every day
I don't really know why
You must wanna die
Bro got blicked outside
[Chorus: JAHHLU]
W-W-W-Why you talking, you're on my 1-on-1
B-B-Bitch, I got a Glocky, I'ma add a drum
I-I-If you want that static, I'ma pass you some
Pat it, pat it, pat it, bitch he got it and a gun
I don't care if you die
I got a chopper by my side
Play with me, you gon' die

[Verse 3: JAHHLU & aidyn]
Pack, pack, got a bag and a mil'
Battery pack, ho', you're goin' to hell
Smoke in the air, I forgot how to smell
Treat you like Monopoly, I send you to jail
Smokin' pack so I can not feel my face
Sometimes I wanna go MIA
Put a choppa to yo' ass if you wanna play
Huh-huh, hah-hah
And I punch a little boy on the way, huh-uh
And I'm never lackin', 'cause I'm quick to up that gun
If you wanna play with me, you're done
You n***a, you're done (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 4: aidyn]
C-C-Choppa breakin' like a Kit Kat
Talk down on me, lil' boy, you better quit that
Posted up with gang, we don't got time for chit-chat
One wrong move and we gonna blow your wig back
Feel like JAH 'cause I got that .223
On me, and you know I up the choppa, let it sing
And I feel like ericdoa, move like a zombie
And you know I feel like Nimstarr, rockin' the Nikes
[Verse 5: mumble]
I'ma drop, yeah, yeah, yeah we gotta go
We're with endi, that's just little bro
In-In-In the cut, we can't let 'em escape
G-G-G-Got a choppa, wrap a .221 just right to yo' brain
Bleep, bloop, blop, blop, in New York, I milly rock
Pop, pop, pop, just couple shots, I-I-I think that I'm findin' blocks
I-I-I'ma watch the body drop, don't come lookin' 'em at the top
I ain't ever gonna stop, uh-uh
Hold up, hold up, hold up, pull up and watch 'em run
Slip a couple punches, knock 'em out 'cause it's a 1v1
K-K-Kick 'em on the baseline, punch 'em when I hearin' the drop
They all wanna (oh-oh), go, go, have some fun
That shit that I, like me, but I never hate me
I-I, just here with the gun
W-W-When he pulls the trigger, everybody knows you're done
G-G-Get your brain, cut out, please stop actin' dumb

[Verse 6: filet]
A-A-A-And I'm back on this shit, I know you pissed o-o-off
Get to sparkin', get to barkin' like the big dog
23, bullets finna make 'em Crip Walk
Pull up on 'em, actin' quiet, but I let this stick talk
Choppa big dog, up it, let this bitch bark-ark-ark
Don't let me catch you lackin' when it's da-dar-dark
Stretch pack in this bitch, smell like big fart
We be stompin' on the block, lemme Pixar
I got diamonds, lil' kid, it where my wrist are
You can try to piss me off, but you won't get far
And I'm playin' with that bitch like a guitar
I put a scope on my choppa so I hit far
[Verse 7: novastein]
Beat a n***a ass, I don't need a fuckin' gun
N***a talkin' shit, but he can't handle 1-on-1's
Up the fuckin' Smith, n***a, you better go get you one
Touch my n***a JAH, and you bet your fucking life is done
Hey, li-li-li-like do we have a problem?
My n***as can get right, if you wanna solve 'em
Shakin' shit like Harlem, rob 'em then we got 'em
Chillin' in a VC with my n***as 'cause we awesome
You wanna be me, but you're a no-life
If you-If you want my money, you can get right
Smokin' on that 40 gas, think I'm gonna fly
My n***as stay out goin' with me, I'm gonna stop for red lights

[Verse 8: caponeti]
Smack that n***a grandma
B-B-Bitch we got the choppa with a hammer
We got a scope, in a bit, we can blam ya
If you couldn't tell, we don't give a damn, uh
Pat it, pat it, pat it, got by at the store
You can turn my catalog, no toe-to-toe
And when we up and out of manage, bitch, we up the score
That boy endi right about XVIDEOS (B-Bro, what?)
Damn, just pop a titty, hoe
Y-Y-You was talkin' shit, I'm in your city, hoe
T-T-Take a blick and put it to yo' smitty, hoe
With a-With a white bitch, she in the committee, hoe

[Verse 9: bronclair]
Yeah, boy, you goin' packin' without me
Fuck a 1v1, bitch we goin' 3v3
Ten toes on me, I got her fuckin' on me
Got a Glocky with a scope, gonna send you an E
JAHHLU, bronclair, we the ultimate team
Call up n***a endi, got me all my memes
Don't run, Fendi, gon' run up my jeans
Yeah, us, J with the plain white tee
If you want a feat, you gotta pay a fee
Takin' yo' bitch out on a shopping spree
This shit, not really, uh, what it seem
So much ice on me, call me Mr. Freeze

[Verse 10: ketsu]
Yeah, I feel like two shots, we gon' knock it and spray
Hit 'em in the head, now he can't think the same
Stop talkin' down on me, n***a, we not the same
Yeah, nova in the back, he gon' show you re-pay
At yo' brodie, yeah, we shootin' with the Glocks, yeah
T-T-Talkin' shit, pussy n***a, you get popped, yeah
AR in the back, we spread down your block, yeah
He thought he God, I don't what he thought, yeah
Feelin' untouchable, I took a job
See his body, got 'em straight to his mind
Thought he God, but he ate 'em a lot
Spittin' flames, they talkin' they mind
Hah, yeah, hah

[Verse 11: crusafix]
No, I don't give a fuck
Run around with the gang, countin' V-Bucks
Talk shit, but you really wanna be us
Hangin' out with JAH, bitch we on the fuckin' Battle Bus
W-Wassup, hey bitch, what you wanna do?
I'ma seal it with my Glock like Gorilla Glue
G-G-Got a pistol in the back, I'ma let it shoot
A-A-Aim precise, pussy boy, you know you're gone through
Hey, and you know that shit is terminal
Pu-Pu-Put the choppa to his head, I'ma criminal
Where'd he go? B-B-Bitch, you'll never know
Bitch, you'll never know

[Chorus: JAHHLU]
W-W-W-Why you talking, you're on my 1-on-1
B-B-Bitch, I got a Glocky, I'ma add a drum
I-I-If you want that static, I'ma pass you some
Pat it, pat it, pat it, bitch he got it and a gun
I don't care if you die
I got a chopper by my side
Play with me, you gon' die