[Intro: B-Lovee]
Gang, gang, gang (gang, gang)
I'm with the goons and we screaming' OGz up
Uh-huh

[Chorus: B-Lovee]
We gon' slide on the friday
We gon" pop by the highway
See a Y I'mma show you how I play
Cause I ain't with the fuckery
I see a opp and I'm gunnin' him down
N***as be talkin' but they ain't do nun' to me
I keep that choppa when I move around
Goofy ass n***as all they do is bluffin' me
It is what it lives, that shit in the streets
I'mma move like a goon, I'mma creep with the heat
If he try to run, I'm letting off deep
Let it off for fun, brodie is a tweak

[Verse: B-Lovee]
Fuckin' on these thotties gettin' to the breesh
I'm a top opp, gotta keep the heat
I'ma ball on these n***as and no I won't fumble
Them boys over there look like they wanna rumble
Two chops from this Glock I'll make a n***a stumble
I got top from a thot she make a n***a buckle
And we pull up in tints and whips, lil' bro, he won't think to hit
I swear he gon' do it, bad thots callin' me, she try to link
I got the .42, she wanna drink
But she got a fat ass and she givin' me good vibes so she get a cup
And I see a funny whip and it's comin' to 5 first so I gotta dump
And I got some youngins that I cannot tame
I told 'em chill but they keep on banging
And I got some money now we up
I'm with the west and we screamin' OGz up
She wanna fuck with me I cannot link her
I cannot fuck all my life with no skeezer
I gotta get to the bop I'm a leader
I'm tryna score now I put the lead up
Run up on me and now I get to banging
Had a boy shaking like he had a seizure
I'm really a mad kid I cannot fake it
If you move wock and I swear I'mma leave you
If you don't think so pull up I'ma teach you
I'm lead through, peak through, hollows gon' eat you
Speak on my name but I never seened you
Fuck all that chit chat I'm tryna link you
N***as be goofing they ain't with the action
Pretending they capping they don't know they captions
Like, I told bro like it's gon' be alright
I see the opps and I swear that it's on sight
LAC ain't die like Woo Lotti
Free the real goons the boys knocked for a few bodies
[Chorus: B-Lovee]
We gon' slide on the friday
We gon pop by the highway
See a Y I'mma show you how I play
Cause I ain't with the fuckery
I see a opp and i'm gunnin' him down
N***as be talking but they ain't do nun' to me
I keep that choppa when I move around
Goofy ass n***as all they do is bluffin' me
It is what it lives, that shit in the streets
I'mma move like a goon, I'mma creep with the heat
If he try to run, I'm letting off deep
Let it off for fun, brodie is a tweak