[Verse 1: BabySolid]
Man I don't show no love to no fuck n***a
He want his lick back, tell 'em get up wimme
Choppa got kickback, tell that boy run like a hillbilly
Wet his block up, like a wet willy
Young n***as finna run down like a winner
You don't come outside, we gon' knock down yo building
In love with this money, yea it give me a feelin'
Like Baby Whoa said, “This money over business”

[Chorus: BabySolid]
Runnin' from 12, and we dip helicopters
Babylife shit, boy yo ass get adopted
Scope on the stick, boy this shit got optics
My n***as get high like a goddamn saucer
Everyday band gang go war like carnage
(?) from the streets young n***a venace (?)
Only got mobb tiеs, like a goddamn collar
Spaz linin' shit up, but that n***a not a barber

[Verse 2: BabySolid]
Kilo gone mad, hе fucked up in the head
Kilo gone mad, and them boys? Want 'em dead
One in the head, my n***a ain't scared
Babylife pull up, we paint that bitch red
Speaking on kyra, you meetin' the dead
Bitch I'm a monster, go hide in the bed
I got some young n***as get on yo head like some dreads
No we don't aim at no leg
Like (pussy ass n***a!) my n***as gone mad
Like diaper, we pull up and get on yo ass
I'm clutchin' that 9 when I'm ridin' wit' Spaz
I hop out the car, hope you n***as run fast
I put that beam on his face like it glass
My name ringin' bells like a goddamn class
I'm droppin' these shells, ain't droppin' no egg
Hit yo whole block, ain't nobody get spared
My n***as demons, and death was like dare
I got yo bitch huggin' dick like a bear
Mob shit, hell na we don't play fair
Babylife n***a, but this not no daycare
We come to yo block, but you ain't there
Blocklife n***a, this stick in my underwear
Police ride past, hid the stick by the stairs
You be wit the opps, my n***a we don't care
[Chorus: BabySolid]
Runnin' from 12, and we dip helicopters
Babylife shit, boy yo ass get adopted
Scope on the stick, boy this shit got optics
My n***as get high like a goddamn saucer
Everyday band gang go war like carnage
(?) from the streets young n***a venace (?)
Only got mobb ties, like a goddamn collar
Spaz linin' shit up, but that n***a not a barber

[Verse 3: Glokk40Spaz]
Line his ass up, go get 'em
Smith and Wesson, W mean I'm winnin'
Caught that man at beginning, shoot 'em wit no ending
At Tennessee, we got the fords wit' a pigeon
No toilet boy, catch 'em leave that boy shitty
Bitch I got that Glock, wit' a drum, it hold 50
I fuck wit some bloods, so free that boy Simmy
I got that good eyeball and yo man (?) drop like he Jimmy
Rockstar Amiri jeans, them bitches fitted
When I walk, the Glock stick to my waist, cuz I'm skinny
All that walk and that talk you do, the opps fasho hit 'em
King 30 done split his ass up like good riddance
Me and that Glock still together, like Bobby & Whitney
He don't want no smoke wit us, he ain't a chimney
You know that my pockets chubby, like they gibby
Bitch I done gone mad, tell 'em come get wit' me!
This shit can get bad, Babylife get vicious
We havin' more guns n***a, than malicious
Don't do no more punchin', I'mma pistol whippa
I pour that deuce in that 4, I'mma real wock sipper
And this EBG shit, I'mma top notch killa
I ain't crip, but I let that Glock block flip 'em
Free Juju, can't go back to jail, but I miss 'em
[Chorus: BabySolid]
Runnin' from 12, and we dip helicopters
Babylife shit, boy yo ass get adopted
Scope on the stick, boy this shit got optics
My n***as get high like a goddamn saucer
Everyday band gang go war like carnage
(?) from the streets young n***a venace (?)
Only got mobb ties, like a goddamn collar
Spaz linin' shit up, but that n***a not a barber