[Verse 1: Say Drilly]
Dummy gang, tryna sign us a check
Noah got stomped, like, n***a, who next? (Like, what?)
Drilly gang, but I pull up with Jets (Grrah, grrah)
Yellow got shot, bullets ripped through his chest (Grrah, grrah, boom)
And I heard Jacob died with a vest
Man, his Loccs hurt, heard he switched on the set
And I heard Jacob died with a vest
Man, his Loccs hurt, heard he switched on the set (Like, what?)
And I don't understand, speak facts
JayRip tried to run, got shots to his back (JayRip)
Bobby ran and got turned to a pack, like
Who gon' spin? Like, come get back (Like, what?)
Catch a Flocka, get put on some shirts
Bend the Rey, we gon' shoot up thе hearse
Tell my bitch, ''Put thе gun in her purse''
N***as don't live what they rap in they verse (DieSev)
Brodie geekin', he ready to blitz (Like, what?)
Thunder Bklu ran, got caught, got tripped (Gang, gang)
Milly Wop got a beat with a stick and he still ain't get back, he just post all the shit (Grrah, grrah, boom)
So you know they don't live what they rap
Drilly gang, yeah, we known for them packs
Told 'em free Nas, he soon be back
And we smokin' on Blay, that boy got whacked (Free Nas)
Get low, move tactic, Guey hop out, he gon' shoot through the jacket (Trendy)
Write an Os on the book, need a packet
Smelly got poked, got put in a casket (OYK)
And I heard Mali ran, he a faggot
He on the book tryna move like a bad kid (ReyWayK)
And I heard Mali ran, he a faggot
He on the book tryna move like a bad kid (Like, what?)
And I keep me a new chop for the old opps 'cause they still on dick (Like, what?)
But I keep me a old chop for the new opps 'cause they still ain't do shit (At all)
Tell 'em n***as get back 'cause it's lit
Tell 'em get back 'cause we smokin' JayRip, like
Tell 'em n***as get back 'cause it's lit
Tell 'em get back 'cause we smokin' JayRip, like
[Verse 2: CHII WVTTZ]
Better not run 'cause we totin' this pole, catch shots to his chest, how the fuck he ain’t go?
Bullets, they hit up his face and his throat, bad bitch in the cut and she givin' me throat
Bet you I'm leavin' the thottie, too slow, hollows, they hit him and rip through his coat
Leg shot gang, but we aim for the throat and his mans kept runnin', I only let two (Grrt)
Like, fuck that, n***a, I spin, don’t aim for the chest, n***a, aim for the chin (Gang, gang, gang)
That n***a got hit, got a permanent limp, we see a notification, my n***as, they ridin', my n***as, they ready to spin
We see a opp, hop out, my n***as, they buggin', they ready to throw about ten
That n***a pussy, he copped a new chop', that shit collect dust, that n***a ain't spin
We catch a opp broad day, now that n***a runnin', he stupid, he better not trip (Dummy)
Kay Kay, he buggin', he hop out the V, start throwin', these bullets collide to his ribs (Gang)
Dougie the Makk, stop talkin' on rap and these caps, these n***as, they know where we live
Bullets start flyin', don’t care what party outside, like, hollows, they make him do flips
Gang, gang-gang-gang, like, n***a he pussy, he Rick'
Don’t got my gun on my side, he thinkin' we lackin', told Swervo to, pass me the blick'
We spin anywhere, one shot, tell Bhris stop lyin', he really not bendin' the strip (Grrt)
Sha Gz pussy, he bendin' the Sev but record and yell n***as names out the whip

[Verse 3: Notti Osama]
It’s OY or no Y, hop out, we be blitzing from both sides
Catch a opp, bitch, I’m leaving him dizzy
Throw up the Trendy, send three to his kidney
Like, 5th to the what? All that shit to my dick
You got caught in a store, you was panicking bitch
Can’t forget your man’s got slapped with the grip
Yo, Kenzo, your brother is dead in my spliff
[Verse 4: Pj Glizzy]
Got a beam on the chop wit' a stick (Baow, baow)
Dare a n***a Drilly Bop, he gettin' spliffed (Gang-gang-gang)
4, 5, 6, head crackin' and shit (Head crackin')
Up the 5, then we clappin' his bitch (Grrah, grrah)
Like, who that? Better shoot that (Grrt)
If he throw up the 4, then remove that (Baow, baow)
Smokin' on Gzz, they thinkin' that's a new pack (Baow-baow)
So I heard that they Makk, so they do bad (Baow-baow-baow)
I got Sally
ManMan uppin', throwin' like he Bradley
On the East, so don't give me no dap
If I catch a Blamma, then he gettin' wacked
Like, don't care, like, who that?
We spot a opp, we gon' throw at his back
Don't trip if he throw up the Makk
We gon' call up the Apes, we gon' beat on his back

[Verse 5: C Blu]
I got a chop' and you know I ain’t passin', run up on me and I’m lettin' you have it
Two-three shots, turn a n***a to a has-been
Nesty don’t spin, like stop all the cappin'
Got beat in a cab, we run up, what's craccin'?
Fuck Money Matt, he got poked by a faggot, y'all ain’t spin for y'all mans, y'all need to stop rappin', boom
Y'all ain’t spin for y'all mans, y'all need to stop rappin
[Verse 6: E-Wuu]
Shoot first, got the chop on my hand, catch a crew hearse
Smokin' dead through the Sev', got his tooth hurt
Is he dead or alive? Gotta reverse
Movin' wocky, I'ma pack you
Hollow tips sprayin', fuckin' up his tattoo
Don't care who you with, you get packed too
Didn't even chase 'em, runnin' out his damn shoes
These bitch n***as DrillyK? (Like, what?)
Couple shots, make 'em levitate
Don't talk 'bout the other day
Froze the person and didn't even let it spray
And bitch, we don't hesitate
Back out chops, on bro, we gon' play today
Let off one, watch 'em run a race
Bro, two demons got up with 'em anyway
How you smokin' on Stylez? You just came outside (Like, how?)
Smokin' JayRip, he got put in the sky (Sky)
Shots to his chest and a n***a went bye
These n***as cap, all they rap is straight lies

[Verse 7: DD Osama]
Yo, Notti, can't forget lil' Rah got left in the whip
It get low when we spin
Don't got a gun you get [?] with the miss
[?] with the grip
Roscoe got a grip [?] and he'll boom you bitch
Grah, grah, boom
Grah, grah (Boom)
Like, suck my dick

[Verse 8: SugarHill Keem]
C Blu, you really a kid
When I see you, I'm takin' your chain
Marky, Tank, got hit in they shit
SevSide, 3rdSide, ReyWay to my dick
Yo Jeff, you spin I spin
We see a opp, I'ma empty the clip
Don't lack
And I fuck wit' some rips

[Verse 9: Set Da Trend]
N***as know who the best, it ain’t up for debate, should've seen Yogi face when I upped it and sprayed
N***a lucky it jammed, me and Nas on court, like, we did it again
Been 94K, and I'm smokin' your mans, Blizzy, he ran, put faith in lil' Naz, know he totin' the ten
For Mali, I’m uppin,' put n***as on shirts, smokin' the Dummy, know he got it worse
Spin through the 8, shootin' n***as for fun, don't think that I’m lackin', EJ got the gun
Smokin' them dead n***as by the ton, I never got hit by a bus, is you dumb?
This .40 I got, got unlimited drums, tryna spin on my side, on JB, leave you done