[Intro]

Grra Grra
(Ayo eli what the fuck)
Grra ,Grra Grra
Grra Grra , Grra , Grra
Like, Like what
Grra, Grra , Grra , Grra

[Verse 1 : Swervo Flocca , Dougie B ? ]
Like , I'm sick (Like what?)
N****s talk on the net but they still don't slide up on my strip
Keemie and [?] I ain't talking Lilo
If you run up get done up get put in a spliff (Like hol' on)
Bitch you get done up like Rick (Hol' on)
Bitch you took off the list
Keep me a knock I can't go out like Mitch
Got the beam on the knock and I'm aiming like Rick (Grra Grra)
It get litty no matter the weather
It's aight cus I stack me that cheddar
Don't got my Glock but I tote my Beretta
If you run up send shots through ya' sweater

Like, no we can't hang
N****s tote chops but they don't lеt it bang ( Grra Grra)
And this shit is a shame
Always on point you could die by that flame (Grra Grra)
[Verse 2 : Justo Gusto & Swervo Flocca ?]
How thе fuck you on court with no basket?
You had the rock , got shot cus you passed it
N****s chat , link up let's get active
Why they duck when they see us in traffic
Got the knockers on me as we speak
Like, N****s talk tough when they don't even have it
Like, Swervvo be buggin' he boomin' for free
Like, if my Cuzzy up then I'm uppin' it faster

Feel like Tatum can't fuck with my team
Making movies but don't make a scene
Like, I'm totin' on BILLY that shit in my jeans
Feel like Mike Jack , starving by any means
Red Lights , get [?] like it's green
I'm smoking on you n****s deads, I steam
Feel ah way, take it up with this beam
Like two shots go "Grrah Grrah" make him lean

[Verse 3: Dougie B]
Why the fuck n****s speak on my dead
Green and Red beam make CD on his head
And I feel like a fiend' I need meds
Brodie'll tweak off a beam yeah he ed' (GANG)
Fourty Eight , Watch I rock em to bed
EBK DOA , Said what I said (GANG)
Fourty Eight , Watch I rock em to bed
EBK DOA , Said what I said
I sit back and get money and I keep a gun
When these n****s see me they never on nun'
They see me they run, and I'm going dumb
Like, run up on me , then you meetin' , ya done
Withdrawals got me buggin' and shit
So I gotta keep it like i'm hugging the grip
Gotta be easy, no love for a bitch
I got certain reasons I don't trust me a bitch