[Intro]
Gang
Talk to the folks, gon' get your ass spilled n***a, on EBG n***a, don't play with that shit (Rrah)
Babylife, gang, yeah, bandgang
They know how they n***a (Yeah)
Keep your mouth close n***a (In and out)
Ten toes n***a, ten toes down (Huh?)
Stay tune

[Verse 1]
Send me to hell if I talk to police
Get the lo' then I'm dippin' off to the back street
Grab the glizzy and shoot give a fuck 'bout no beat
I'm a real trap n***a keep that shit in the street
And I brought that ho 'round, man that hoe pussy was weak
Man that boy ain't [?] he don't trust a tree
In the trap with the gang kickin' shit in these cleats
Man I shoot that bitch up, bitch you better not peak
Better not peak, gang, yeah
My clippеrs so fulled of them hollow tips
I'm in the back of thе alleyway poppin' shit
They tried to lock me and I took out the locksmith
If 12 behind me, put the Glock in the cockpit
Spank that bitch and then she say she love Netflix
She said she love me but I already read this (Read that)
Me and Velly on Columbia Drive
Tryna catch us a opp but he won't come outside, he scared
Pop out that cut like "Bitch who there?" (Who there?)
GDK died, [?] fuck Pooh Bear
And he ain't finna pop shit, fuck who stare (On God)
Glizzy for glizzy, let make this fair
And don't come to the trap man I wish you would dare
And she fuck with the kid bring that ho to my lair
Put that dick on her, I slay her
I break down that ho and she think I might pay her
Fell in love with the streets, n***a, let's be fair
And she said she can't stand me I gave her a chair
And I let that ho go, what the fuck do I care?
And I came from the hood I'on even wanna share
Gave my ho to my bro know I kept that shit player
Bought some Polo boxers put the glizzy in there
I got bodys with me flock with pigeons in here
Got a IG model, let me pull on her hair
I beat the pack up then I get the shit out of here
I'on need no dam help, I'm rocking by myself
I ain't talkin' 'bout no trophy, put you on that shelf
Know some homies not right but I beheaded left
And that 4CH Solid shit that life or death
And the Gucci protect me from the Fendi belt (On gang)
[Bridge]
Yeah, yeah, grind with no set, weapons (Babylife)
I ride with protection ('Tection)
Know I keep .30's and weapons (Glocks)
Slide with the TECs (TECs)
Smith & Wesson (Gang)
Play with us then we get reckless (Reckless)
Slide the dimension (Gang)
Slide with that Glock, ain't no pressure (Huh?)

[Verse 2]
Protected by killers, them boys in the hood
If he talk to police he gon' catch 'em a slug
He ain't walk threw the cut 'cause he knew what it was
I fuck on these bitches don't do the love
And my pack prolly fat as a pug
She don't what to do, then she shrug
Only person I figure to jugg
Free Shotta25 that's my blood
Go.Unna with me that my clud
Got the fire straight out the mud
Got the Henny in here, we gon' chug
Put the glizzy up under the rug
And I'm with my lil' Babylife 42 Dugg
We go back to trap take a look at my mug
Another headshot to his eye make him run
Please dont try EBG 'cause we all got guns
My glizzy to hot took that shit out the sun
My pull out game crazy bitch that ain't my son (Gang)