[Verse 1: 8Beezly]
Too many shots how the fuck I'm gon' miss
There's too many opps, I don't know who got hit
He started running, so I hopped out the whip
And the goofy got whacked and he still ain't do shit
Free [?], he got locked for a hit
[We been thuggin' and Thunder got knocked with a brick?]
Got this gun on my hip and who taking that shit?
I'm still outside got this gun on my hip
N***as is mad cause I do what I want
Ya mans got hit, go and pick up a gun
All of these n***as, these n***as my son
And I'm on the [?], bitch I stay in the front
Spin with a 30, put him in a blunt
I told brodie "Get in," tryna turn into runtz
[?], that shit fuck with my lungs
...


[Verse 2: Kay Flock]
Ayy, Beez hit his head with the back of the heat
[?] out his sneaks
His mans right there, but I already peeped
I'm a fan, I shoot 'cross the street
They be like "Kay you be buggin", like bro you a tweak