[Intro]
Lil Double 0 gon' up the score
My n***a 'nem gon' wipe your nose
Glock three-three gon' up the score
Used to be 700 Block, now it's 700 Glocks

[Chorus]
There go Lil Double007
They want lil' Tyreke to drop, but I'm posted on 7
Slime out a n***a like Melly
Talk to JD on the celly, he jailin', no tellin'
There go Lil Double007
They want lil' Tyreke to drop, but I'm posted on 7
Slime out a n***a like Melly
Talk to JD on the celly, he jailin', no tellin'
There go Lil Double007
When you finna drop? But I'm postеd up on the block
Too many Glocks in the spot
So fuck all the opps, wе finna go spin on the block
Young n***a trap out the spot
Got dope in the knots, the junkies, they pull up and knock
You want a 'bow? Come and shop
Want thirty-two hundred, the price just went up on the block

[Interlude]
Yeah, man, n***as know what the fuck goin' on
700 Block boys, 700 Glock boys
We ain't the dream team, we the beam team
You understand me? Hah
What you tell them folks' ass, Tyreke?
[Verse 1]
Taxin' the 'bows on whoever
You know Lil Double007 a cold-blooded stepper
Young n***a hop out and get you
Lil Body a demon, that young n***a snap like a pencil
She wanna act like she ain't suckin' dick
So I fuck her and pass her to Critter
Young n***a pull up with choppers and yoppers
My young n***a slimin' shit out like a hitter
"You not a killer, you just a drug dealer"
That's what they said, now them n***as dead
We pullin' up with them choppers, scream fuck all the opps
'Cause my young n***a never goin' fed
Thinkin' 'bout OG Quese, I get to crashin' out
My n***a gone, man, my n***a dead
These n***as under me, they used to run from me
Big-ass chopper gon' knock off his dreads (Ricky)

[Interlude]
Man, these n***as don't have a case
Y'all ain't ever killed shit, all y'all do is steal shit
He ain't hold that Glock and went in his pocket, all he doin' is poppin'
Real talk
And this shit no yap, we comin' down back McNeil right now, on hood
What I say?
[Verse 2]
Double 0 gon' wipe your nose and leave that n***a snotty, come on
Turned up off these X pills, me and 30 off these Roxys, come on
N***as actin' like they was trappin', they ain't serve nobody
I got young n***as that's with the move, shout out to Lil Body, hold on
Lil Co, he clutchin' the Drac'
If you want smoke, then my lil' n***a hop out and spray
My young n***a 'nem scream 4K
And we got four Dracs in this car, if you play, then you lay
N***a callin' my phone, say he want him a 'bow of the strong, but I served him some shake
My young n***a 'nem got no mind and they clutchin' them 9s
Lil 30 gon' shoot in broad day, ayy

[Interlude]
And that's no cap, n***a
Y'all know everything I said, I stand on, n***a
On Quese, on Monde
Long live Woo Bezzal, long live all the guys, free all the guys, n***a
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
There go Lil Double007
They want lil' Tyreke to drop, but I'm posted on 7
Slime out a n***a like Melly
Talk to JD on the celly, he jailin', no tellin'
There go Lil Double007
They want lil' Tyreke to drop, but I'm posted on 7
Slime out a n***a like Melly
Talk to JD on the celly, he jailin', no tellin'
There go Lil Double007
When you finna drop? But I'm posted up on the block
Too many Glocks in the spot
So fuck all the opps, we finna go spin on the block
Young n***a trap out the spot
Got dope in the knots, the junkies, they pull up and knock
You want a 'bow? Come and shop
Want thirty-two hundred, the price just went up on the block (It went up, n***a)