[Intro]
(Glo Made That Beat)
Like gang, gang
Like gang, gang
We on dat g shit
Run up on me gotta worry about defense
And hes mad this shit keep repeating
Had that boy dead in a matter of blinkin'
And that pussy boy thought I was bluffin'
Look
Gang
Gang

[Chorus]
Like gang, We on that G shit
Run up on me gotta worry about defense (Grr)
And he's mad this shit keep repeatin'
Had that boy dead in a matter of blinkin'
And that pussy boy thought I was bluffin'
I got a gun so watch how I be scuffin'
And this shit sound louder than thunder
Bullets they fade through the side of his stomach
Like gang , tell em we do shit
Free JO Wvttz , In the spot he shoot shit
Got Kay in the cut, he boom shit
Dougz that's a mac, you know he gon' do him
Got six in the clip , go screw him
Hollows connect cus them shit went through him
Pussy boy I could put you in passes
Eight Hundred K , Them N**as be rattin' (Grra Grra Boom)
[Verse 1]
YG be the set y'all jackin'
Nobody shoot , tell them n**as stop cappin'
UE that shit really clappin
Pass me the [?] or the addy Im tappin'
N**as [?] Y'all n**as be rappin'
No gun shots on the block no trappin'
And you jacking Grape Street K
But you never touched Grape
How the fuck did that happen?

[Verse 2]
Like what , we really do shit
Fold back n**a 'fore we get to boomin'
And you know I'm in the cut like a band-aid
I ain't see Gz this shit been a decade
Hit that boy in the head with a hollow
Now that boy dead like he got a head-ache
Ain't no fightin , not no playin, no checkin
Like, we spot the Gz you know we gon' wet em (Grra Grra Boom)
Pull the guns out, Brodie go get em
I catch a hat; you know Imma send him
Spin through the 4z trynna catch me a victim
Spin through the 4z trynna catch me a victim

[Verse 3]
Like gang, We on that G shit
Run up on me gotta worry about defense
And he's mad this shit keep repeatin'
Had that boy dead in a matter of blinkin'
And that pussy boy thought I was bluffin'
I got a gun so watch how I be scuffin' (Gang)
And this shit sound louder than thunder
Bullets they fade through the side of his stomach
Like gang, Tell em we do shit
Free JO Wvttz , In the spot he shoot shit
Got Kay in the cut, he boom shit
Dougz that's a mac, you know he gon' do him
Got six in the clip , go screw him
Hollows connect cus them shit went through him (Gang)
Pussy boy I could put you in passes (Gang)
Eight Hundred K , Them N**as be rattin' (Gang Gang Gang N**a)
(Suck Ma Dick)