[Intro: Dougie B]
Grrah, grrah, rrah, rrah
Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah
(Hardheaded, baby)
(Ayo, Eli, what the fuck?)
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah

[Chorus: Dougie B]
When I'm smokin' on Yellow, I pop me a Cosby
Shit a hottie, bust his scolatti
Two deep, I be with Yagi
We spinnin' Harlem like it's a hobby
Don't got the Glocky, beat him like Rocky
Free Oppy, that n***a Ali
Like, where your bros at? Them n***as kids
Smoke GPop, shit got a kick
Oh, they think they lit 'cause they wanna diss
Everything K, we don't do no cliques
I'm like, "Where the hoes at? Shit gettin' lit"
Doin' hip shit, she gettin' bent
Only Dougie and Dougz, it was never a Douglas
Catch one, he gon' go with his mans
Fresh out of jail and I see I got fans
Fresh out on bail and I still keep a tan
[Verse 1: Yagi B]
Three deep when you went on a what?
I was just jackin' it's up and it's still that
Smoke GPop in the spot he got killed at
Crush in my blunt, now I'm dancin'
N***as ain't scorin', they missin'
Sweep in the spot, pack 'em up, now they all gone missin'
I'm right here, get up close if you want to
Big shots I shoot, this gun do
Like, why is my name in your tracks?
Spin through one deep, too tact'
Shoot first, no time to react
O-on that shit, I just can't put the knock down
He Trend, but he still gettin' shot down
On that block tryna knock off a dread
Jay Hound ridin' dick 'til he top shelf
C-can't catch him, then we crashin' his jet

[Verse 2: Jo Bandz]
Like, and I told y'all before that I'm tired of these new n***as dissin' (Yeah, I told y'all before)
Pull up and we get to sinnin' (Grrah, grrah)
On go with the G33, got me feelin' like Pippen (Like what?)
Get up close, there ain't no missin', like (Grrah)
Roscoe got beat, started limpin', like (Started limpin')
Matt got poked, started twitchin', like (Started twitchin')
Rah Rah got shot in his biscuit, like, grrah (In his biscuit, lil' bitch)
On my block, where they at? (Like what?)
Like, these n***as never got back (At all)
Like, let's go blitz on the Hats (Let's blitz)
GPop just died, that's an Ape in the pack (That's an Ape in the what?)
Like, bendin' like, "Where n***as at?" (Like where n***as at?)
If I catch me a Sweeper, leave him on his back (Grrah, grrah)
(Like, if I catch me a Sweeper, leave him on his what?)
[Chorus: Dougie B]
When I'm smokin' on Yellow, I pop me a Cosby
Shit a hottie, bust his scolatti
Two deep, I be with Yagi
We spinnin' Harlem like it's a hobby
Don't got the Glocky, beat him like Rocky
Free Oppy, that n***a Ali
Like, where your bros at? Them n***as kids
Smoke GPop, shit got a kick
Oh, they think they lit 'cause they wanna diss
Everything K, we don't do no cliques
I'm like, "Where the hoes at? Shit gettin' lit"
Doin' hip shit, she gettin' bent
Only Dougie and Dougz, it was never a Douglas
Catch one, he gon' go with his mans
Fresh out of jail and I see I got fans
Fresh out on bail and I still keep a tan