[Chorus: Thunder Bklu]
N***as be buggin' on the 'net
'Til you see 'em in person and leave 'em stretched
I might back out the .40 or the TEC
I might click on that n***a, leave 'em wet
Back on the court, you know I shoot the best
C Blu gon' up it and boom it at his chest
Aimin' at ya' head so please don't wear a vest

[Verse: Thunder Bklu]
Try to hit the right so we hit the left
And they say I be buggin'
See a opp, C Blu empty the clip
You not ReyWayK so stop dropping my shit
We gon' spin all the time, see a opp he get hit
We spinnin' at night, Sammy pass me the stick
And we smokin' Woo Lotti, that boy in a spliff
Put you right on the news
Ya'll better come spin
Two, three shots, rippin' through his chin

[Verse 2: C Blu]
I pop a perc', I ain't' tryna spin sober
Ain't shootin' from deep, his life gon' be over
And if we in the V', we runnin' 'em over
Jump out and start clickin'
Tell Thunder to blitz 'em
We shootin' whoever, ain't leavin' no witness
I'm tired of Dummy, that shit wasn't hittin'
Keep smokin' on Lotti 'cause he got me trippin'
Got poked in his lungs, now his momma missin'
[Verse 3: Thunder Bklu & C Blu]
If he talk on JB, you know I'ma dismiss 'em
Don't try to run, you know [?] gon' click 'em
He thought he was fast, but these hollows faster
The way I pull up he thought I was Casper
He runnin' like Ricky, bullets gon' catch 'em
Brand new .40, plus it got attachments
[?] started runnin' once I said "What's Craccin'"
Hoppin' out the V', tryna score a basket

[Chorus: Thunder Bklu]
N***as be buggin' on the 'net
'Til you see 'em in person and leave 'em stretched
I might back out the .40 or the TEC
I might click on that n***a, leave 'em wet
Back on the court, you know I shoot the best
C Blu gon' up it and boom it at his chest
Aimin' at ya' head so please don't wear a vest