[Intro: Choppa EBK & José José]
(Cuando vayas conmigo)
(Ve apoyada en mi hombro)
Like, Choppa the top one, n***a
Like, suck my dick, everything dead, everything K
They know my body, n***a

[Chorus: Choppa EBK]
Can't come to the Hill? N***as lied (N***a, word to my dead)
N***as know what I do on that side (What I do to that side)
I'ma tweak, n***as not on my time (N***as not on my time)
Either my mans or my fan, pick a side
Don't think with your dick and get lined (And get lined)
Backdoor who? N***a, I'm slime
Think it's sweet? Come outside (Come outside)
Dee was my mans, now he gotta go, word to bro (He gotta die)
Free Goon, they know how I keep one when I run into Lo
(Lil' Dudey)
Who not Os? N***as know, got booked with the chops, still tryna tote (I’m still tryna totе)
I'm like the reapеr, I'll take your soul (I’ll take his soul)
I'm tryna creep up, let it go

[Verse 1: Choppa EBK]
Wanna act like I'm not in the streets? (I’m not in the streets?)
Oh, it's beef? Let's meet
Like Dee, I'm playin' for keeps (Like, what?)
And Roscoe, I know where you sleep (I know where you lay)
I had Hill bitches on they knees (On they knees)
Wanna act like I'm not Odee? (Like I’m not Odee?)
I'd get them shot, lowkey (Like, I gotta aim)
Up close, go deep (Like, n***a, I’m tough)
Think I'm pussy? They don't know me (they don’t know me)
And I'm 'boutta tweak, I'm really savage
DudeyLo on dick, tryna move like a bad kid (That lil’ n***a pussy)
Like I don't keep knocks in this Mackage (Like, I got a coat)
Like, none of this shit is for fashion
Dee really pussy, he the fastest
I bet he run when I hop out and flash it (Hop out and flash it)
I don't do none of this shit for the captions (I don’t do this for the captions, n***a)
[Verse 2: B-Lovee]
I ain't doin' this shit for the 'Gram (For the 'Gram)
N***a be all on my dick like a fan
Screamin' out, "Die Y, die Gz, 800K"
I'm still smokin' on Rah and his mans (Smokin' on Rah and his-)
We gon' pop out 150 deep (Like)
Who reversin' the V? (Who reversin' tha-)
We gon' light that shit up with some heat (We gon' light it)
I done had many opps pick up they feet, like (Like)
And I don't need a co-d (Don't need a co-d)
Bet I'll get on your ass with my doley, like (My doley, like)
Don't get shot tryna troll me (Tryna what?)
Bitch, I'm really the O, n***as know me (N***as know me, like)
Let him play, he get done up (He get done up)
He ain't smart but he couldn't be dumber (Be dumber)
Let's just spin his shit and it stutter (Stutter)
Brr-rt-t, brrt, like a drummer
Like, brr-rt-t, brrt, then he die (Die)
Throw up a switch on a Glock, make them hide
Like, I would've chase him and shit, but I'm high
Turn on the beam, lean fuck with my eyes (My eyes)
Like, don't come to my side with that nonsense (That nonsense)
In the cut, on point, tryna harm shit (Tryna harm shit)
Get to spinnin', that shit ‘til I'm nauseous (I'm blowin' it, like)
This shit stutter for long when it’s barkin', like
[Verse 3: Sha EK]
OGz, the fuck up
Made it back to the block with like six
How the fuck I threw shots and I miss?
I coulda caught a petey on his bitch
If he jackin' OY, word to bro, I'ma blitz
Like AJ, n***as done told me you switched
I'ma go post up on 155th
Smokin' on Caine, he a spliff
Droppin' they gang, 'cause it's lit
I let it bang with the 'Rips
2016, we did drills on the 5th
But I can not talk 'bout them trips
I'm a demon, my knock on my hip
Do a drill then I changin' my fit
After that, I'm right back on the strip
Big die Y, stop jackin' my shit
Why-why the fuck they keep droppin' my O?
Catch lil' DD, and I'm lettin' it go
Like-like watch I do with my pole
They just saw Rah Gz dead on that phone
I would had to get back
Word on my dead, this shit deeper than rap
Dummy got poked, they left him flat
Lilah' got shot, can't get her back
[Chorus: Choppa EBK]
Can't come to the Hill? N***as lied (Yo, word to my dead)
N***as know what I do on that side (What I do to that side)
I'ma tweak, n***as not on my time (N***as not on my time)
Either my mans or my fan, pick a side
Don't think with your dick and get lined (And get lined)
Backdoor who? N***a, I'm slime
Think it's sweet? Come outside
Dee was my mans, now he gotta go, word to bro (He gotta die)
Free Goon, they know how I keep one when I run into Lo
(Lil' Dudey)
Who not Os? N***as know, got booked with the chops, still tryna tote (I’m still tryna tote)
I'm like the reaper, I'll take his soul (I’ll take his soul)
I'm tryna creep up, let it go (Like, I let it blink)