[Intro: Dougie B]
(Glo made that beat?)
(Hahaha, it's Shomii on the beat, you already know how we rockin', man)
N***as not fuckin' with us
Everything DOA, n***a
Smoking every dead, n***a
If you fuck with them, n***a, we smoking 'em, n***a
Fuck you talkin' 'bout, n***a?
Everything K, n***a
Fuck? Grrt, suck my dick
Oh my God
Bitch, I'm Get Back Gang, not Sit Back Gang
Like, no, n***a, you better listen

[Verse 1: 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 lеt two (Grrt)
Like, fuck that, n***a, I spin, don’t aim for the chest, n***a, aim for thе 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 2: 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 3: 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

[Verse 4: Dougie B]
New opp, it’s still R.I.P. Baby
Old opps, we still smokin' on Shady
It's a good day, we gon' beat on his baby, throw up MB and just watch how they hate me
Baddie, she bangin' like Cardi, baby, get muddy, we don’t do Bacardi
DOA be the gang, GBG, EBK, boomin' for Blay
Internet dissin' and n***as be snakes, bitches be treeshin' and fiendin' to quay
And if I see the Ds, my adrenaline rush, don’t give a fuck, bitch, I’m lettin' it dump
They be like, "Dougz, you be doin' too much, they be clickin' too much," it’s the demon in us, like, hold on
But enough is enough, get on the beat, yeah, I'm fuckin' it up
Been in the field, that shit never was fun, I get so much attention, I walk with a gun