[Intro: Eastside Ace]
Whole lotta kill or be killed, n***as ain't spin through the ville
Glah
Glah
Look

[Chorus: Eastside Ace]
These n***as ain't up (What?)
N***as is bluffin'
When I click on your bitch, keep runnin'
Hop out the back of the van, keep dumpin'
Ain't mine, she ain't mine, ain't cuffin'
Hit it from the back, she love it
Fuck your gang, in the streets, I'm the subject
How you a G and the P know nothin'? Grrah

[Verse 1: Eastside Ace]
See, n***as got me back on this rap shit
Then outside, we spinnin', who active?
On 5th, my n***as be blackin'
You got caught in the Jag, stop chattin'
He dippin', he duckin', like
We gon' see who gon' tag em
If he ain't from the 5th, it get tragic
Fuck a move, got killers, gon' whack em
Bust a jugg, make a move with the gang
Throw up the 2, catch two to thе face
"Oh he the man?" Got nothin' to say
Don't gеt popped trynna box like Zay
BDG, DOA if he jackin' it K
He a shooter if he jackin' my gang
If you ain't let it boom, then move out the way
Flick the switch on the blick, now I'm ootin' for days
[Chorus: Eastside Ace]
These n***as ain't up (What?)
N***as is bluffin'
When I click on your bitch, keep runnin'
Hop out the back of the van, keep dumpin'
Ain't mine, she ain't mine, ain't cuffin'
Hit it from the back, she love it
Fuck your gang, in the streets, I'm the subject
How you a G and the P know nothin'? Grrah

[Verse 2: Sha EK]
Gang, gang, gang
I put the O to the Y
I put the O to the G
Everything dead
Fuck the opps
This shit ain't nothin' to me
When we hop out, you better run
N***as be jackin' its static, but them n***as really my sons
Die Y them n***as doin' bad
Why the fuck ya'll be wastin' ya'll time in the stu'?
All of ya'll n***as is trash
And I really be lookin' for ya'll pussy n***as who jackin' ya'll smokin' my dead
But these pussy n***as not outside
Hop out, they gotta die
When she ask what I'm smokin', I told that lil' bitch, "I just be smokin' on Rah"
[Bridge: Eastside Ace]
Like, what?
You n***as ain't up
Who have you touched?
Like, we ain't on that
N***as is dumb
Ask for your mans, tryna cop him a dutch
Wavin' white flags like, "We had enough"
Catch lil' Bizzy, his ass in a trunk
My shooter get to switchin', no pivot
If his fingers is itchin' he gon' back out the blick, let it dump

[Verse 3: Eastside Ace]
N***as is down, n***as is what?
Like, I'm checkin' my pockets, I swear that I'm up
I done bended before, I'ma bend it some more
They be teachin' the youngs, "When they up, better duck"
Thinkin' they better, who better than us?
Mention my name 'cause I'm givin' it up
I ain't do it for fame, bitch, I did it for us
And they been knew my name before he got-

[Chorus: Eastside Ace]
These n***as ain't up
N***as is bluffin'
When I click on your bitch keep runnin'
Hop out the back of the van, keep dumpin'
Ain't mine, she ain't mine, ain't cuffin'
Hit it from the back, she love it
Fuck your gang, in the streets I'm the subject
How you a G and the P know nothin'? Grrah
These n***as ain't up
N***as is bluffin'
When I click on your bitch keep runnin'
Hop out the back of the van, keep dumpin'
Ain't mine, she ain't mine, ain't cuffin'
Hit it from the back, she love it
Fuck your gang, in the streets I'm the subject
How you a G and the P know nothin'? Grrah
[Outro: Eastside Ace & Sha EK]
Suck my dick, n***a
Smokin' on Rah, n***a
Ay, ya'll, king of The Bronx, King of The Ville, we outside
We outside n***a, suck my dick
And we not lackin' n***a, word to bro