[Intro: Kay Flock]
Grrah-grrah, huh
Grrah-grrah, huh
Don't run, don't trip, like
Don't run, don't trip
(Yeah)

[Verse 1: Kay Flock]
If you double it up, Dougie takin' that pack (Pack)
Pray to my mother I would never lack (Lack)
I done shot n***as who ain't get back (They ain't get back)
Two shots, "Baow, baow", make 'em collapse (Baow, baow)
I know C-HII be quick to attack
Bitch, I climb over gates just to shoot at the hats (Don't run, don't run)
Hol' on, and I stay with a Hat, like
Run up, that boy, getting clapped, look (Grrah-grrah)
And it sit on my lap (And it sit on my—)
Try and run in that pussy, get—
Like, one false move, hop out, I attack (Like, what?)

[Verse 2: RockGang Dah]
Ayo Kay, that's a opp, I shoot him in his back
I'ma slide in your block, I pull up in all black
Fah, pop a opp just like a flat
Red dot, green dot, he runnin' like he Flash
If that boy try to flex, I'm poking from his back
When I walk in CVS, I'm leaving with a pint
Pew-pew, keep a strap just like a dyke
I just popped two percs and fucked this bitch all night
I just scored a paint of red and poured up in a Sprite
Got some bloody's uptop, they always send a kite, huh
Fuck the opps, they tryna diss me
Kay Flock keep a stick, you run up, shit get sticky
If you slide on my block, I bet you never miss me
When I up the .45, he dancing like he Diddy
I'ma slide with 30 clip and shoot him in his kidney
RGD, I got the drip, ya bitch she wan' lick me
He got lined by a thot, we killed him with a .50
I just poured a 5 ounce, my Fanta lookin' filthy
N***as never outside, these pussy n***as kill me
[Verse 3: Kay Flock & Dougie B]
Get the drop to his function, bet I make it litty
DOA, Sev Block where she poppin' her titty
Lil bitch tote the knocker, better not move mixy
Spin 'til I'm dizzy, ain't talking no Blixky
Kay-Kay point his fingers, now they running Ricky (Ricky)
Tell her, "Get shiggy, lil' baby", no jiggy
Got a baddie, she shaking like Nicki (Nicki)
Need a Keisha when shit getting sticky
Bring a lil' smoochie to go [?] with me
She tried to up too, ain't passing no sitchy (Baow, baow)
Like, after this you better lick me (Bitch)
We get muddy, I tell her no tipsy (Lil' bitch)
Me and Dougie the evil twins, bitch I'm the demon
So if you want us, come and get with me, like (Come get with me, n***a)
That's my muddy, we go 50 for 50 (50 for 50)
Doing hits out of stolley's or renty (Renty)
Bitch, I'm Structure, I ain't talking no Bizzy

[Verse 4: RockGang Dah]
I'll slide in your block, I'm flockin' with the semi
Ayo, bro, that's an opp, put shots right in his belly
In the spot it get hot, but I ain't talking no Nelly
And your bitch be fucking, treeshing in the telly
You can ask about RGD, I put in work
Me and Kay spot an opp, we put him on a shirt
Fuck your mans, we put him in the dirt
Pew-pew, I'm shooting like I'm Durk
When I'm fucking your bitch, she lifting up her skirt
Get the drop from a thot, we gotta make it work
Ayo, bro, that's an opp, we pop him like a perc
I'ma up the .45 and put holes in his shirt
All my opps is popped, they bums, they smoking dirt
And I'm getting to the bag, these bitches they tryna flirt
I just found five claims and spent it on a shirt
I just popped me a perc, a 30, got me busting
Ima slide on the opps with Dougz, we got them running
RGD, I got them racks, I got the plug in London
Put a shot to his top, I gave him a concussion
[Verse 5: Kay Flock]
Smoking on who? Show you what these slugs 'bout
Munna a demon, flocking shit on Clubhouse
Spinnin' with 80s, them lil' n***as bugged out
Lil Notti, he bringing them guns out
He said, "Flocka, it's time to have fun now"
First O he get, he see, he getting gunned down
If the gun jam up, he getting bunked down
Gun with a beam, we don't miss, that's a touchdown
Tried to duck out of luck, now he rushed now
Woke up at six after Locko, got punched down

[Outro: Kay Flock]
Like, grrah-grrah
Woke up at six at the locker, got punched down
He said it was lit, got crushed down